Devil Dawg Donnelly

Devil Dawg Donnelly's

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Chapter Five:

"The wonderful love of a beautiful maid, The love of a staunch true man, The love of a baby, unafraid, Have existed since time began.

But the greatest of loves, The quintessence of loves. even greater than that of a mother, Is the tender, passionate, infinite love, of one drunken Marine for another." "Semper Fidelis"

General Louis H. Wilson Commandant of the Marine Corps Toast given at 203rd Marine Corps Birthday Ball Camp Lejeune, N.C. 1978

Max Donnelly stared at the keys in his hands, the ones Carl had just tossed at him, a sneer cocking the right side of his mouth before he tossed them back at him: "I told ya the other night, I think this is a really nice gesture, but this is your place and if you want the boys to have it..." Max stood up and crossed the small distance between them, taking Carl in his arms and pulling him tightly against him: "I think it's a gift best given by you personally."

Carl frowned, giving Max a scowling look, his brow furrowing slightly: "You're the one that bought this place, not me!" he insisted, not knowing if he should be annoyed or turned on by the fact Max's hands had moved down to clutch his ass, squeezing his buns as he ground his bulging crotch against his own.

Growling into his ear, his lips caressing Carl's neck, his hot breath sending goosebumps all over his body, Max taunted him: "I get it okay... message loud and clear, you've always hated this place, but that doesn't negate the fact it belongs to you..." Max pulled away from Carl to stare at him intently, forcing him to keep eye contact: "I gave Billy the trailer and my truck, so you're not foolin' me for one minute..." Max paused long enough to swoop in and plant a playful kiss on the tip of Carl's nose: "You and I both know, the only reason you want JD to have this place is you're afraid he'll move away with the baby, that is if things pan out between him and Jake as we think they will."

Carl huffed, feigning indignation as he pulled away from Max to go plop himself down on the bed, crossing his arms for dramatic effect: "I can't believe you're okay with the idea of your youngest son moving a million miles away, he's only sixteen Max!"

Max had turned to lean against the door jam, mentally noting how they had just effectively switched their original positions, causing him to smile wickedly back at Carl: "Well, for one thing..." Max noted sardonically: "North Carolina isn't a million miles away..." he said as he closed the distance between them, reaching down with his left hand to cup Carl's chin, tilting his head upward to make eye contact once again: "You know it would only be for a few months at best, that is, after Jake puts in for a transfer."

Still bulking at the notion, Carl frowned, doing his best not to sound like he was whining with his next words: "Do you know how much babies grow in just a few months, how is a teenager supposed to cope with a newborn practically all on his own?"

Caressing the side of his face, Max smiling impishly back at him: "Oh, so this would have nothing to do with you being a mother hen, just a concerned conscientious observer?" Max chuckled, musing: "You know, you're not foolin' anyone here right?"

Leaning forward, his hand slipping behind Carl's neck, Max kissed him lightly on the lips, silencing any protestations, until he felt Carl's lips yield to his own, before pulling away, still stroking the back of his head gently.

Bowing his head slightly, looking at his own hands folded in his lap: "You know it's in my nature to worry about them, don't expect me to stop anytime soon okay?" Carl moaned softly, his eyes darting furtively at Max, letting the warmth of the smile on his face center his thoughts, knowing intuitively, that Max would never knowingly allow any harm to come to the people he loved, the thought drawing him back to just two nights before, when he was certain the world he had known had ended and that he had lost the man he loved more than life itself to yet another woman.

Having watched Max mount Elizabeth Dunne had practically ripped his heart out, sure, there had been other times that he himself had been a willing participant in their extra-relational "encounters", Brock Gryzinski coming first and foremost to mind, but unlike that night, he had known Max's goal in those encounters and he had had no problem participating in it. But as he had fled the constrictive, chest tightening emotions he experienced watching Max show such a keen interest in someone else and as he found himself once again running away from facing his own prevailing sense of inadequacy, by the time he had stopped running through the woodland landscape of the Devil Dawg compound, he had come to the stark realization that his soul searching quest had led him to the one spot he had always associated as his and Max's.

He didn't know whether he had done so out of habit or out of some subconscious need, but that spot, more than any other, was the place he always found to be the most serene and calming, maybe even a little erotic considering its shared history with Max.

It was that spot, back when they were just mere boys, that after a late-night skinny dip in the cool refreshing waters, on the other side of the lake, where the stream that fed the lake waters joined the two, that he and Max had found this small clearing, right off the banks of both bodies of water, and had for the first time declared their love for each other, a declaration they had sealed with their first kiss, in this very spot.

It was also the very first place they had their fumbling first attempts at giving each other blow jobs and it was the first place they ever made love, beneath the full moon when they were just barely fifteen.

He sat there that night, his thoughts divided between what his life had been and what he had always hoped it would become. torn between three worlds, his past, present, and future. This here and now, his present circumstances, dictating and driving his actions.

Last week he had promised Max he wanted to be part of the solution, not a burden, not someone Max felt he had to protect. He remembered the effects his declaration had had on Max, the way he had looked at him, totally trusting, accepting, and taking him at his word, not to mention the incredible sex they had afterward because of it.

As he sat there, in their spot, surrounded by his fondest memories, he couldn't help but wonder if he was making the same mistakes he always seemed to make, falling into the same self-destructive patterns he always seemed to talk himself into.

For years after Max had moved him out of the house he shared with him and Monaca, he had allowed his thoughts to fester, erected mental barriers in an attempt to protect himself from caring, knowing full well he was pushing Max away, despite his repeated attempts to achieve some sort of equilibrium between his life with Monaca and the life he had always told Carl he wanted with him.

Hindsight told him, it was in large part due to his own repeated rejections that had limited Max's infrequent visitations. Despite it all, Max never did completely give up, whether it was his unyielding insistence Carl spend any and all Holidays together, as a family or the fact Max never forgot a single birthday or his stubborn insistence that Carl be there for both Michael's and Billy's births.

None of it had broken down or even cracked the mental barriers he had erected. Nothing Max did or tried got past them, that was until JD was born.

At first, it had been like the subsequent births. Carl, on one level, was happy for Max having another child, but this one was different, or more precisely, Carl had grown indifferent to it.

He had stood there the day he was born, with Max, standing right beside him as they both regarded him through the large plate glass separating them from the hospital nursery.

Max was beaming with pride, the sheer joy of fatherhood radiating off him. Carl, however, was the exact opposite, his thoughts were not so joyous, they had in fact grown dark and somber.

He found himself resenting having to stand there, resenting Max's apparent happiness at having sired yet another child with that vile woman and thinking the only reason he was forced to stand there yet again was so that Max could rub his nose in it. It was like he got some obscene pleasure at pointing out the one thing Monaca could do for him that he never could, that his misery was a form of punishment, inflicted upon him because he had the misfortune of being born male instead of female.

Standing there, looking down on that innocent newborn, had felt more like a reminder, an accusation of his own inadequacies.

But, like so many other times in their lives, when Carl had allowed his own insecurities to run amok, unfettered or restrained, his inner demons had deprived him of reason and it was once again Max that brought him back from the dark edge of that precipice. Not by shoving a butt-plug up his ass to remind him what a tight ass he could be, but by demonstrating that Carl was never far from his thoughts.

As they had stood there, he could suddenly feel the warmth of Max's hand on his neck, right where it joined his shoulder. The move had startled him slightly, his mood having painted a different scenario than the one playing out.

Still, the gesture didn't go unnoticed and despite his previous dark thoughts, he had turned his head to offer Max a wane, conciliatory smile, but it was Max's words that soon followed, that had left him speechless and once again reminding him of how blind he was when it came to Max.

"He's an alpha ya know..." Max had said softly, his eyes never leaving the sleeping infant as Carl side-eyed him, taking note of the warmth exuding from his gaze as he pondered his son, before suddenly turning his head to meet Carl's stoic gaze, his eyes glassy and full of emotion: "or at least he will be when he claims his Heritage" he had concluded proudly.

Carl had no doubt Max was right. He knew full well that Max's alpha senses were keener than his own, but it was the way he said it, that had caught Carl's attention.

He had known what the deal was when Max agreed to marry and take a wife, it was to satisfy his duty to his family's legacy, to produce an heir, an alpha to preserve his family's lineage for another generation. But more importantly, it was to satisfy his father's belief that among Max's offspring, a sort of uber-alpha wood be born to lead those of the Heritage out of the constrictive complacency that was slowly relegating their kind to eventual obscurity and potential extinction.

Like Max, Carl knew what his father Marcus had told them, substantiated by Danal, citing an ancient seer's prophecy that spoke of the conditions that must be met by his forefathers to sire an alpha amongst alphas, someone who would lead the Heritage out from an age of darkness into one of enlightenment, eventually bringing peace to the world for countless generations to come.

That is what he saw reflecting back at him through Max's eyes that day, planting a seed of hope within his own thoughts, that perhaps Max was acknowledging the completion of his vow, the one his father Marcus had sworn him to until he completed his duty to both his family and the future of the Heritage.

He had wondered if he dared take Max's acknowledgment to mean things would now change between them, that he could begin to hope again that they might build a future together.

It was what Max had said next that really threw him though: "I wanted you to be the first to know what I decided to name him."

Carl didn't know at the time why that should matter to him. He didn't see how that could possibly relate in correlation to his previous line of thought and found himself wondering if he had misread Max's intentions or was he just projecting his own desires and wants once again.

Whatever the case, the look in Max's eyes spoke volumes before he did. He was obviously proud of his decision, though he seemed hesitant as his eyes searched Carl's, eyeing him as if to gauge his response, which only added to Carl's trepidation: "I hope you don't mind or think it presumptuous but I decided to name him James David Donnelly."

The look on Max's face didn't translate into him really thinking it was presumptuous, no, the face he made then was one of being pleased with his decision, knowing he had done something for the right reasons.

Whether planned or not, it worked.

Carl had done little more than stared gobsmacked back at Max. In one fell swoop, Max had accomplished two things. The first, he had blasted through the emotional barriers Carl had erected over the years and the second, making him feel so ashamed of himself for the disdain in which he had held the birth of Max's third child, heaping upon it his own negativity, reducing it to a symbol of his own misery, much of which had been completely self-inflicted, self-perpetuating.

Max had made numerous gestures to him over the years, but this one reached right into his chest and ripped his heart out and performed CPR on it, before lovingly placing it back into his chest to beat new life into his veins, evidenced by the tears that threatened to spill over the rim of his eyes at any moment.

Barely a day had passed in Carl's life when he didn't think about the loss of his family, how a wet road, and a tired trucker who had lost control of his rig, just for a second... forever wiping out his entire family; his mother, father, and older brother.

If it hadn't been for his begging and pleading to go with Max and his Dad to the compound for that weekend and his father's reluctant approval, he would have died with them that night, on that lonely stretch of road.

At the time, he didn't know his Dad was an alpha and that his older brother was destined to be as well. It didn't alter how keenly he felt his family's loss. But two fewer alphas, in a time when alphas were becoming rarer and rarer, would only exasperate the problems within the Heritage. Max naming his own son after his own Father and Brother had moved Carl more than he had ever thought was possible at that time.

While it didn't fix everything, it did break down many of the barriers he had erected, allowing Max back in. It would still take a couple of years before Max finally handed Monaca her walking papers, but by that time, they had already cemented how they would proceed to go into the future, a future where he now found him sitting on the ground, wondering if he still had one with Max or whether it was time to call it quits and move on.

He had scant minutes to weigh his options when he heard the sound of splashing water behind him and turned to face the lake, only to find a naked Max, dripping wet as he sauntered onto the shore, quietly approaching him.

Carl didn't get up, he did however pivot to face Max right as he knelt down, attempting to be more or less on the same eye level.

"So I guess I should assume you're really pissed at me?" He asked tentatively, his attempt at a somewhat playful smile and tone failing miserably as evidenced by the not so playful scowl Carl offered him in return.

"You're not suggesting that I don't have a reason to be, are you? Unless of course, you're going to try to convince me that wasn't you with your dick in that woman!" Carl said, doing his best to keep both his tone and his emotions calm and under control.

He watched as Max bowed his head, lowering himself to sit on the ground in front of him before reaching over cupping both of Carl's hands in his own: "I know you're pissed and you have every right to be..." Max paused for a second reaching up to lift Carl's chin with his index finger, their eyes meeting: "I also know you want answers and I would love nothing more than to offer you some, but I can't...not yet."

The intensity behind Max's eyes was one Carl had seen before. Experience had taught him that this was one of those moments where Max was doing what he thought he had to do. As if it were some pre-arranged, a fixed moment in time that he had to comply with or all hell would break loose: "This is about that fucking gypsy seer again isn't it?" Carl demanded, the heat rising within him as he imagined all the different ways he would thoroughly enjoy doing terrible things to said gypsy seer if he ever met him face to face.

Max's head kind of nodded off-kilter as he pondered his response, pulling his hands back only to rest them on Carl's knees.

"Some of it is and some of it isn't..." he stated speculatively, before admitting: "The part with Liz was more about something else I'm not at liberty to discuss at the moment."

Carl had felt like Max was just blowing him off and decided to show his displeasure by shoving Max's hands away from his knees and standing up and heading toward the edge of the small clearing they were in, fully intending to put some distance between them.

Max must have realized Carl wasn't in the mood for games or half-assed answers and moved to intercept him, his hands clasping Carl's shoulders and gently tugging him around to face him.

"Carl, if there was ever a time in our lives I've ever needed you to trust me, it's now..." Max insisted, the look in his eyes so intense it sent shivers throughout his body: "More than anything I need you to remember your promise from the week before, when you swore to me that you wanted to ease my burdens not add to them and that's what I'm asking you to do now, to do as I ask, without question..."He paused again as if to gauge Carl's mood or state of mind: "I need you to be that person now Carl, I need to know you're going to do whatever I ask of you."

Carl had never seen this level of intensity emitting from Max before and though he did have a lot of questions he needed answers to, he had made such a promise to Max. So, despite his trepidation, he reservedly acquiesced, nodding his head silently, causing Max to throw his arms around him and hugging him tightly.

"I promise Carl, twenty-four hours, that's all I'm asking, and then..." Carl interjected: "And then you explain everything and Progenitor help you if I don't like the answers!"

Max had just smiled back at him, agreeing to his terms as he proceeded to lay out what he needed him to do, how he had to make it seem as if they had split up, that they weren't together. To not even tell Danal, whom he knew could be problematic, promising he would deal with him if he had to. But most of all, he had told him, he needed Carl, to as secretly as possible, convey to Atticus that he needed him to prepare his men for Billy's ceremony by secreting themselves in full camo gear and assault rifles, and to position themselves in the treetops surrounding the ceremonial grounds.

But by and far the hardest of his expectations was that he insisted he needed Carl to stay away from Billy's ceremony. He wouldn't explain further, but he could see how important it was to Max.

For weeks prior to that night, he had quietly noticed the subtle and not so subtle ways that Max had manifested his anxieties about Billy's ceremony, and there had been little he could do to ease the tensions building between them. But as he had stood there quietly accepting each of Max's commands, he could feel much of the tensions dissipate from Max's body, especially after he had tentatively agreed to his final condition. Once he had agreed to not attempt to be anywhere near the Ceremonial grounds during Billy's ceremony, it only then did Max breath a sigh of relief, pulling Carl to him, kissing him so ferociously, it damn near made Carl blush. Instead, he just returned the kiss, culminating in Max drawing him back into the clearing where they did their very best to relive their first love-making session beneath the nearly full moon hanging overhead.

Carl still held the passion of that night etched within his thoughts until it culminated in Max smacking him on the ass, bringing his thoughts reluctantly back to the present.

Max winked at him wickedly as he refocused his wandering mind: "It's a shame we don't have time to christen that bed one last time..." Max mused, adding: "But I need to stop off at the base before I head back to the compound and you have an appointment over at the college to keep!"

Carl just glowered at him quizzically as Max handed him a small sheet of paper with a handwritten location scribbled on it: "And why do I need to be..." he paused looking at the paper before continuing: "At Lab 2 at 12:00 pm?"

Max just smiled, responding playfully: "Why to have some blood drawn of course." he winked at Carl before turning away from him making his way toward the front door.

Carl didn't know what the hell that was all about, and Max still owed him a bunch of answers he had promised from the other night and Carl was determined to play along until he got them. So as he watched Max pull out of the driveway, he got in his own truck and made his way to the main road right behind him.

He watched as Max turned right, heading toward the base, before he did the exact opposite, turning left, toward town and the college, all the while speculating what Max could possibly have up his sleeve this time.

"What a difference a day makes," Jason Dunne remarked darkly to himself as he sat there on the floor with several of Atticus's unit attempting to scrub blood stains from the wood floor of the cabin.

The whole room seemed comparatively vacant since most of its furnishings had been demolished or damaged during the several violent encounters the day before, apparently, most of which he had missed after the feral beast that seemed always present beneath the surface of his conscious mind had broken free.

Even now, it lay poised under the surface of his control, ready to rise up again at a moments notice in defense of him and those it sought to protect.

He could feel it mewling there, subdued and cowled momentarily into submission ever since JD's emotional admonitions the night before.

JD's rejections were what was still first and foremost weighing on his mind. He had been concerned for everyone when he felt the beast rising within him, felt its anger building to a crescendo, but it was when those darkly dressed men, armed with assault rifles, threatened JD's safety, he had lost complete control of the beast within and he had apparently changed into something he had never even knew existed outside the realm of fiction.

He realized now, after talking briefly to Max, his grandfather and his uncle Merrick it was the wolf genes inherent in his make-up, passed on to him through his father's DNA.

When the shift had happened, he had little control over it, it was like they were two separate entities occupying the same body and when he lost conscious control, he had become the observer to its actions instead of the other way around, as it had been.

The real truth was, he didn't want to stop it and it was that thought that troubled him as well, along with JD's castigations. He struggled with the dichotomy of his nature now, not knowing which was worse, the blood thirsty beast that had mauled and killed so many of the compounds invaders or the one who had released it upon them.

It was those thoughts that rolled ceaselessly through his mind as he watched Jake Bauers approach him.

"I think we need to have a talk," Jake said softly, offering Jason his hand as an assist to standing as he towered ominously above him, looking down at him with eyes full of either compassion or pity, neither of which Jason could distinguish, but acknowledging to himself, that it didn't really matter. With Max and Carl both absent at the moment, Jake was the only way he currently had in gauging or hopefully communicating with JD again, so he took Jake's offered hand and allowed him to help him to a standing position.

"How's JD?" Jason queried, glancing toward the loft speculatively, knowing that since his confrontation with him, he had taken up a vigil by his brother Billy's bedside and has been refusing to leave it.

Jake just bowed his head slightly, breaking eye contact with Jason: "Not so good, though he has finally passed out in the chair next to Billy's bed."

A look of concern crossed Jason's face as he too awkwardly tried not to make eye contact with Jake: "You'll watch over him won't you, make sure he gets enough fluids and maybe a bite to eat?"

Jake didn't really need to respond, Jason knew he would. He'd come to realize, long before the events of the previous evening, that Jake cared for JD as much as he did, and though he hated the way his inner beast chaffed at the thought of JD being comforted or turning to anyone other than him, it seemed marginally less so where Jake was concerned.

Truth be told, under the surface, he knew he kind of resented the closeness Jake now had with JD, but he also understood where that was coming from. He may be subconsciously envying Jake's history with JD, but consciously there was no way he could put any blame or shame on him for anything that had transpired.

Jason was empathetic enough to understand that what he was currently feeling toward Jake was nothing more than the most superficial kind of petty jealousy that he was experiencing, when the real truth was, no matter how dark his inner voice got, there was something innately about Jake that he not only liked but found admirable, maybe even attractive.

All of this was so confusing to Jason. It felt like his entire world had been turned upside down and he was drowning in a sea of uncertainty, but it was also wondrous and terrifying all at the same time.

Max had briefly talked to him, making it clear, that after things settled down a bit, they would sit down and cover every one of his concerns and of course the burning questions he was aching to ask.

He had thought about going to his grandfather or his uncle, but he still felt a bit of trepidation regarding them, it had barely been twenty-four hours since he first met them.

Thankfully, Jake offered him a more timely, if not comfortable option by suggesting the two of them hit the camp and get some food for themselves and maybe something that Jake could bring back for JD to have for whenever he woke up.

As they got comfortable, enjoying the hearty beef stew some of the guys had prepared and making some sandwiches from the left over ham from Billy's Heritage celebration, Jason decided to field a few inquiries he felt needed clearing up about those of the Heritage: "Jake, I'm having trouble getting my head around what the Heritage really is..." He paused momentarily, as he toyed with a chunk of potato in his stew with his spoon, while trying to properly frame his query in his head as concisely as possible: "I heard Max say we aren't werewolves but something else?"

Jake frowned at the word werewolf, his disdain for it written all over his face. It kind of made Jason smile as his expression took on almost comical proportions.

"We're shifters!" Jake nearly blurted, followed by a slight blush as he realized how aggressively he had stated it, before adding more sedately: "The technical term is lycanthrope, meaning we have wolf like characteristics."

Jason pondered what he said for a moment, recalling all the stereotypes often associated with werewolves, pressing him to ask: "So, we can't bite someone and then on the next full moon they turn into one of us?

It was Jake's turn to smile: "No dude, like that Lady Gaga song, we're born this way."

Chuckling to himself Jake anticipated Jason's next questions: "...and no, we're no more vulnerable to silver bullets as we are to regular ones, and we aren't repelled by wolfs-bane, though that ones a bit of a misnomer..." He rolled his eyes thoughtfully before amending: "Wolfs-bane can mask scents from us. We're pretty sure the guys who invaded the compound had it somehow woven into their uniforms, that's how they snuck up on us." Jake's brow narrowed, adding with a nod of his head and a tap on his nose with his index finger: "It was kind of clever actually, either that or we're just not that deviously minded."

"If that's the case, then we better start learning 'cause I doubt that this will be the last we'll be encountering any resistance," Jason said solemnly, his expression growing sterner.

Jake clapped him on the back, smiling broadly: "That's why we need more alpha's like you!"

Jason caught the glint in his eyes, knowing full well he meant every word. But it was the word "alpha" that had caught his ear, having heard Hank Bauers use the term toward Max just this morning and having heard his grandfather and uncle Merrick use it when talking to Danal the night before.

"Ya know..." Jason began cautiously, thankful that he finally had someone who he could talk to about the various questions consuming his thoughts since his own shift the night before.

"I'm not sure I understand this whole alpha, gamma, and wolf shifter thing and how it all ties into or relates to the Heritage."

Jake regarded him for a second, his eyes narrowing as he considered his response: "As wolf-like shifters, those of the Heritage follow pack structure set up by the Progenitor, who was the first of our kind, he's also the one that started and created most of the Codex, the book that was originally intended to be a guide for those like us."

Frowning slightly, carding his fingers through the short hair on his head: "My grandfather and Danal say that Billy is unlike anything they have ever sensed before, that he's different from everyone else." It was just an observation, but Jake tried to clarify.

"The hope was/is, that Billy would be like the Progenitor and the others that were the first of our kind."

Jason looked at him questioningly: "I'm not sure I know what that means." he concluded.

Nodding his head in understanding, Jake related: "At the beginning of the Heritage and for several hundred years after him, when any of his descendants went through the ceremony, those claiming their Heritage fully shifted into wolf-like creatures, though usually much larger and naturally fell into a wolf pack like hierarchy."

Leaning forward with his elbows on his knees, Jason pondered what Jake imparted, trying to take it all in.

"What happened to change things?" he queried.

Jake shrugged his shoulders: "No one knows for sure..." he began, speculating: "But the most widely accepted belief is that intermixing with human females has diluted our wolf side to the point that we barely shift anymore." he paused thoughtfully before adding: "There hasn't been a full wolf-like shift in well over a thousand years."

Jason seemed to be a little confused: "So shifters haven't been around as long as the rest of mankind?"

Shaking his head, Jake answered: "The Heritage started over two thousand years ago, there are books in the Reliquary that Danal can show you that are translations of the Codex into English and also ones that relate our history much better than I can."

Nodding his head, Jason indicated he wanted to do that, his curiosity about the Heritages lineage and history beginning to subsume his thoughts.

"So, this alpha thing..." Jason posited: "How can you tell, who is and isn't?"

Jake smiled, winking a twinkling eye back at Jason: "Alphas are born alphas, it might just be easier if I just lay out the entire pack hierarchy."

Readily agreeing, Jason turned sidesaddle on the log they were sitting on, facing him offering Jake his full attention.

Amused by Jason's apparent keen interest, Jake laid it all out for him, concisely as he could: "First and foremost is the alpha" He began, adding quickly: "There is no pack without one and anyone not in a pack is considered a disperser or what others might call a lone wolf."

Jake continued to clarify: "There are two ways of being a disperser, the first and most prevalent are those who go through their Heritage ceremony but are never chosen by an alpha to be part of a pack. The second way is for an alpha to die, leaving the rest of his pack without one."

Jason interrupted, asking: "That's what Max and Danal have been talking about as being the main problem with the Codex, right?"

Nodding in affirmation Jake added: "Yes, the Codex teaches that the only way to keep inter-pack disputes or quarrels to a minimum is to limit the number of individuals within a pack. It was meant as a way to limit the ability for a large pack from just using greater numbers to overpower smaller packs and either wipe them out or add their numbers to their own increasing their ability to wage war on other packs."

Jason looked at him sternly: "Leading to a never-ending cycle of violence, with the only outcome being ever decreasing numbers and even fewer alphas."

It wasn't a question, more of an acknowledgment of the scope and potential severity of the overall problem.

Jake bowed his head, his voice growing more somber: "What makes it worse, is that alphas have been keeping their pack's small so there is less to protect, leaving what members they have to concentrate on maintaining their territories."

Jason sighed: "Meaning they only take in those that are best capable or suited for fighting or defending."

Nodding his head again, Jake silently confirmed his suspicions, adding stoically: "It also makes them potential targets by rival packs."

Jason looked up, locking eyes with Jake, a look of consternation on his face: "Is that why Max has held off having anyone in his pack?"

Jake just cocked his head sideways slightly: "Max is one of the strongest alphas I have ever met, if I were to hazard a guess, I would say he has done so to protect those around him from being targeted."

Considering Jake's observation and what that implied on a more personal level, and realizing that Max had just the night before claimed Jake's own father as the first member of his pack, Jason veered the discussion towards the nature of packs themselves: "Tell me more about the hierarchy within a pack."

Jason noted how Jake sat up straighter, composing himself slightly, an acknowledgment as far as Jason was concerned, that Jake had trepidations about his father's new status.

'Well, we've pretty much covered alphas..." He began while looking around at the various men busying themselves around them, either resting or performing various tasks: "After alphas of course comes betas." his eyes glanced over at Atticus Walker, who was giving instructions to one of the men in his unit and Jake cocked his head toward him: "If Atticus is chosen into a pack, he would be a beta."

Jason eyed Atticus up and down, studying him for a few seconds, sniffing the air and taking in his scent: "Is that why he smells different from you and most of the others?"

Jake smiled, acknowledging Jason's observation with a broad grin: "Now you're gettin' it!"

"You smell like your father, so I guess that would make you a gamma?" Jason queried, his eyes growing in intensity, leaving Jake with the awkward feeling of being sized up by the young alpha, making him suddenly feel self conscious, before answering timidly: "Yes, gammas are the pack enforcers, hunters and overall protectors of the pack."

Not missing a beat, Jason interjected: "What do betas do?"

Jake regained a bit of his composure, feeling the focus shift from him: "First and foremost, betas protect the alpha, they also see to it the alpha's orders are carried out and assist in pack operations."

Jake continued as Jason listened intently: "Like alphas, packs usually only have one beta, but some larger ones have been known to have two."

"How many gammas are there usually within a pack?" Jason queried

Jake felt the potency of Jason's gaze on him again, not exactly making him uncomfortable, just more self-aware before answering: "Normally two, but for larger packs, it could be three or four, most of this depends on the overall size of the rest of the pack."

Since they began talking about packs, Jason had noticed that the beast within him had started to become more restless, it's intensity building the longer they talked about packs, alphas, betas, and gammas... especially gammas.

Barely being able to meet Jason's gaze, Jake continued: "In older and more established packs, they use to also include the deltas, the kappas and of course omegas."

"Are there any of those here?" Jason asked. noticing that as his beast stirred, his own voice thickened and deepened.

Jake once again perused the area around them, his eyes indicating various people: "Most of Atticus's team are Deltas."

Jason sniffed the air again, studying the various individuals Jake indicated: "They are obviously fighters, but their scent isn't as pronounced as Atticus.... or yours."

Jason could feel his beast shove against his consciousness as he said "or yours" as Jake's scent seemed to permeate his senses more and more.

Almost softly, Jake answered: "Deltas are like foot soldiers or infantry they also serve as the go between's with the alpha and his inner circle."

"So the Kappas and the omegas would just be the regular members of the pack?" Jason concluded.

Jake tried offering a wane smile, but it was obvious he was growing more nervous as the air around Jason seemed to intensify, his alpha pheromones practically swirling around him, increasing in potency, making it harder for Jake to respond, so he just nodded his head, before adding: "there are plenty of kappas in the Heritage, but few ever make it into packs these days, the title omega is usually left to refer to a human mate."

Jason thought about that for a second, before inquiring: "So, humans can be part of a pack?"

Finally braving a direct glance into Jason's eyes and finding himself locked there, in the deep blue quagmire of Jason's stare, Jake's one-word response was barely audible: "Yes."

Jason was sharply aware of the various stares of those around him, he could feel it on his skin, even Atticus was shooting him side glances as if studying him intently, but there was only one pair of eyes he cared about at that moment and that was Jake's.

His beast, or wolf or whatever you wanted to call it was urging him, with considerable force, toward Jake, until Jason could take it no longer and abruptly stood up.

"Walk with me" he heard his voice say, deep and guttural, sounding nearly like a growl even to Jason, his beast leading the way as he marched toward the edge of the woods.

He didn't need to look back to know that Jake was right behind him, he didn't need to turn or cock his head askew to verify that the six feet eight inches twenty-year-old mountain of muscle strode directly down the path he lead him on.

Silently, without so much as a word exchanged between them, just the faint sound of crunching dry leaves beneath their feet as they made their way deeper into the woods, where, some two hundred yards later, they found themselves in a small moss-covered clearing, surrounded by dense vegetation. Jason suddenly stopped, turned, and glowered at Jake.

The sun hung directly overhead, washing the small clearing in radiant golden light, there was a small babbling brook off to the one side and was the only sound that disrupted the otherwise serene quiet that imbued the area.

Jake stood about eight feet away from him a blank expression written on his face as his eyes wandered around the clearing before finally settling on Jason, their eyes connecting before Jason spoke.

"I know you love JD, but what I don't know is why you never did anything about it?"

Though Jason had framed it as a question, to Jake it felt more like an accusation, leaving Jake with a feeling of unease.

From Jake's perspective it felt like Jason was peering right into the inner most workings of his mind and while a part of him, that part he kept secret from those closest to him, attempted to dig deeper into the recesses of his consciousness. Another part of him, the part he recognized as his inner wolf, bowed its head to Jason and wanted nothing more than to comply.

Timidly Jake responded: "I was afraid if he knew everything about me, he'd reject me."

Without pause, Jason speculated: "Is it something you've done?"

Jake dropped his gaze, his head bowing as his face blushed: "No, it's physical."

Of all the things Jake could have said at that moment, that was the last thing Jason expected, considering the notion bordering on the ridiculous. Jake was, by any definition, a hunk. He had the body any bodybuilder would be envious of, a face that would turn most heads, and a massive bubble butt that seemed sculpted out of marble.

Jason had even seen him shirtless one time and though he was more hirsute than Jason would normally find desirable, the man's skin seemed flawlessly blemish-free, leaving only one other consideration left on Jason's mental checklist: "Is there something wrong with your dick?" Jason queried, his gaze dropping to the prodigious mound that always seemed to stuff the material covering his crotch, no matter what he had on.

Jason knew he had nailed the source of Jake's fears as he watched Jake practically draw back into himself as if he were trying to shrink right out of existence.

Deciding to switch tactics and hopefully ease Jake's discomfort with the current topic, Jason asked: "When an alpha has made the decision to start a pack how does he go about asking or recruiting the ones he wants?"

The change in Jake's posture was almost immediate, pulling himself up to his full height, though still cautiously eyeing Jason and barely making eye contact: "Alphas seldom ask, they just claim who they want."

Jason caught the faint glint in Jake's eyes, he could almost feel the goosebumps that popped up all over Jake's skin as he shuddered for a second before he pushed him harder for the response he wanted: "That's what I'm asking..." he said, letting a note of agitation suffuse his voice: "How does an alpha stake his claim."

Jake's visible gulp made the beast within Jason perk up, forcing him to stick out his own chest and lift his chin high as the atmosphere between them intensified.

It was at that moment when the bond between him and the wolf within drew closer to being one, Jason no longer required an answer from Jake, his beast imparted its instinctual need to him, and as Jason folded his arms over his chest as he stood resolute with his legs spread shoulder-width apart, he issued his one-word command: "submit"

Jason hadn't really intended it to sound harsh, but what issued from deep within his chest came off as a deep rolling bassy growl, causing a wave of satisfaction to ripple through his wolf.

What didn't make it happy, was the fact Jake just stood there looking rather dumbfounded back at him, his eyes nearly wide as saucers, sweat forming on his forehead.

Jason's hands dropped to his side, his fist clenching tightly, his inner wolf practically snarling at what it perceived as open defiance before Jake could finally stammer: "J...J..Jason, you're only seventeen, you haven't even been through your Heritage ceremony yet."

The beast within Jason growled ferociously, trying to take control of Jason's body like it did the night before. Its intent was clear, it wanted to teach this gamma its place, it wanted to punish him, make him cower before him.

It took herculean determination on Jason's part to resist his beast, but his brow furrowed with both determination and vehemence as his eyes flashed a brilliant blue for a split second, his voice a snarling, animalistic sounding retort: "Do you think a few weeks makes one bit of difference in who I am right now?"

Jake's face was a mask of conflicting emotions, his eyes pleaded with Jason, his lips quivered as words failed him, sweat dripped down his forehead in rivulets as Jake fought for control of his own physicality.

Jason took a single step toward him, his inner wolf pounding for release within his chest, its jowls snapping and frothing as one thought subsumed all others within his consciousness, before nearly barking the word: "SUBMIT!"

You could have cut the air between them with the thickness of Jason's alpha pheromones relentlessly bombarding and assailing Jake's senses until the first sign of his crumbling resistance resulted in him dropping to one knee before Jason.

Jason's wolf howled victoriously as Jake's head turned, slowly exposing his neck and a single word escaped his lips almost breathlessly: "Alpha."

Once spoken, all resistance drained from Jake, his acceptance suffused him, washed away all other desire but to submit to his Alpha.

Jason regarded him for a moment, a sense of pride washing over him with his conquest, infusing him with a warmth and an instinctual desire to consummate his dominance: "Come here." he said gruffly, pointing to the ground in front of him, right at his feet.

He watched, satisfaction washing over him as Jake slowly, hesitantly rose and walked over to him before once again kneeling in front of him, at his feet this time.

Jason reached up with his right hand and cupped Jake's chin, lifting his face toward him gently, his thumb brushing his cheek: "How do shifters usually show their submission to an alpha?" Jason queried, locking eyes with Jake.

Without uttering a sound or averting his gaze from Jason's, Jake reached up, the tips of his fingers clasping the waistband of his sweatpants, and began slowly pulling them down.

Jason smiled down at him, pleased that today of all days, he had decided to go commando as Jake gently tugged his pants down to his ankles, his eyes never once leaving Jason's as he slipped them over Jason's feet before he tossed them to the side.

Growling softly, Jason ran his fingers through Jake's hair, nodding his own head in approval as Jake slipped lower, their eyes still locked, before bringing his thick soft lips up to kiss the tip of Jason's soft cock: "Don't stop" he groaned as Jake's lips spread around his piss slit as they slowly encircled his glans.

"All of it!" Jason moaned, wrapping his fingers behind Jake's head as he pulled him closer, filling his mouth with his thick flaccid tool until Jake's nose was buried in his course wiry pubes.

Jason held him there, his soft six inch cock completely sheaved in Jake's wet mouth as Jake coughed several times, obviously gagging on it's girth: "Is this the first dick you've ever had in your mouth?" Jason asked, knowing intuitively the answer before Jake started nodding his head, eyes still locked with his alpha.

The idea that this was Jake's first time, sent waves of satisfaction emanating from Jason's wolf as it seemed to almost beaming with pride in the purity of his conquest, making Jason's fingers tighten on the back of Jake's neck and head, as he held him firmly in place as his schlong began to erect slowly down his throat, expanding and swelling until the large plum sized glans, was stretching the sides of his esophagus causing Jake to choke and gag in earnest.

To his credit and despite his novice oral abilities, Jake didn't try once to pull back, even as the tears rolled down his cheeks and his throat convulsed trying to expel the massive eleven inch, now fully erect invading member.

Jason knew he couldn't breathe, he could tell that by the ever-increasing redness of his face and neck. Jason wasn't really wanting Jake to give him a blow job. This was more about control, his to be precise and he held himself there testing Jake's resolve, determination, and obedience, long enough that he knew that Jake's thoughts must be near panic, desperate for just one more lung full of air.

Holding his head securely, he ground his pubes against Jake's lips and pumped his large egg sized balls against his chin until he was completely satisfied with Jake's offer of submission, before slowly retracting his embedded member from Jake's oral cavity.

Once Jason's dong slipped from Jake's mouth and slapped wetly against his abdomen, sticking nearly straight up his abdominal trench, his palpitating glans a couple of inches above his navel, Jason once again stroked the back of Jake's neck and hair, smiling his approval down at a very pleased Jake.

Not missing a heartbeat, Jason whipped his shirt off and over his head, tossing it toward his sweatpants, before balling his fist up and placing them on either side of his hips before resuming his silent vigil, towering over Jake, waiting to see what his next move would be.

He didn't have to wait long, embolden by his Alphas smile and none threatening, relaxed stance, Jake did what anyone of the Heritage would have done in such a submissive and intimate position with a willing alpha, Jake boldly but cautiously ducked his head lower until his nose was right below Jason's bloated dangling balls.

Looking once again up at his Alpha and noting the somewhat cocky half grin that seemed permanently etched on his face, Jake tentatively eased his nose under his heavy ball sack, before gently lifting them with his nose until it was buried in that sweet spot just behind the testicles and right before the start of his taint.

It was here, more than anywhere else on his Alphas body, that radiated the sweet pungent scent of pure alpha pheromones.

Jake sniffed deeply, taking large hard heady breaths until his senses succumbed, driving him into a near-fugue-like state of pure, nearly drunken like bliss.

For most alphas, this was the spot that was usual reserved for his mate, but Jason's inexperience made no such distinction, finding Jake's actions and response to his most intimate scent most pleasing, even his wolf nearly mewled with satisfaction and acquiescence.

Reluctantly Jason shattered the spell of the moment by nudging Jake backward onto his haunches, and issuing a one-word command: "Strip."

Once again, Jake looked like he was hesitant to obey, shooting furtive, almost pleading glances at Jason before relenting, rising to his feet, and began slowly disrobing.

Jason looked on with curious but appreciative eyes as each part of Jake's incredible body was revealed, until only his sweatpants remained.

Shooting Jason one last desperate, hopeful glance, his reticence a last silent plea for a reprieve, before succumbing to Jason's command, shoving his pants to the ground before stepping out of the grayish pile gathered around his large feet.

Jason stared wantonly at Jake's bulging, muscle-bound and statuesque body, admiring approvingly each rippling, prominent swell of his ballooning musculature.

It was impossible for Jason to imagine anyone ever exceeding the sheer striated bulk that Jake had achieved through what had to be endless hours of workouts, but as amazing as his entire body was to Jason, it was when his eyes fell between his legs that Jason found himself sucking in his breath with a sudden gasp, instantly realizing the nature of Jake's trepidations.

What now swung pendulously between Jake's legs could only be best described as elephant trunk-like.

Completely flaccid, Jake's gigantic dong hung limply nearly three-quarters of the way down his thigh and was thicker than Jason's wrist, it's base even thicker than that.

Equally astounding was the voluminous grapefruit-sized ball sack that dangled heavily behind it.

Jake blushed furiously as Jason leered wide eyed and mouth slightly agape, incredulous at the sheer magnitude of his genitalia.

Completely limp, Jake's organ was thicker and nearly longer than his own fully erect prick.

His eyes still glued to it, Jason finally managed to ask, haltingly: "How big does that fucker get when it gets hard."

Jake was almost cringing as Jason continued to ogle him openly. He felt like curling up into a ball so tightly he half hoped to collapse into a singularity thus ending what he perceived as his complete humiliation in the sight of his Alpha.

Jake's mounting discomfort at being totally exposed to him, finally brought Jason out of his "dickmatized" state of mind: "Is this really the reason you held off pursuing JD?"

Jason's words stung Jake, compelling him to defend himself: "Do you know what my nickname was in junior high and all through high school.." He paused, not really expecting an answer, but filling in the hanging question himself: "It was Horse, everyone in school knew about this damn thing, reducing me to being the walking, talking brunt to a never-ending joke."

Jason could easily picture how bad the teasing must have been, having experienced a somewhat milder case of teasing himself for the size of his own organ.

"Yes, actually I can imagine what you went through Jake, but are you seriously trying to tell me that you actually thought that would have made any difference to JD?" Jason paused for a second, letting that sink in before continuing: "If so buddy, then you don't know JD as well as you think you do!"

Jake didn't respond, but he did take his admonition seriously, storing it away for future consideration, knowing full well that Jason and JD had already fooled around, though not certain as to how far they had gone. Clearly though, Jake had to cede that when it came to sex and JD, Jason was far better versed than himself when it came to JD's proclivities.

Like Jake, Jason decided to let the matter drop, choosing to pursue the matter at hand instead, turning his focus back to the here and now: "What's the next step?" Jason asked quizzically.

Jake blushed an even deeper shade of red, his head hung low as he turned around and dropped to his hands and knees, dipping his head until his forehead touched the ground offering his ass as a final act of submission to his Alpha.

As uneasy as this submissive position was for someone like Jake, he knew it had to be done, it was every alphas right to fully claim any member of his pack in this manner. The truth was, for most it would be considered an honor and though he had saved himself for this exact moment and for the most part had dreaded the thought of it, now that it was here, and his Alpha was someone he had already connected with and admired, he found himself nervously excited, even hopeful Jason would be pleased by his virginal offering.

It surprised him slightly when Jason knelt down and smacked him on the ass before instructing him to turn over.

Jake warily complied, looking up at his Alpha as he spread his legs, pulling his legs up to his chest until his knees tucked against his nipples on either side, making him feel even more vulnerable and exposed than before.

"I may not have much experience..." Jason posited as he scooted between Jake's spread legs and jutting buttocks: "But I do know, I prefer to look whomever I'm balls deep in, right in the eyes" he added, a cocky sneer appearing on the right side corner of his mouth as he reached down and slapped the plum sized head of his burning phallus against his virginal hole.

Jake smiled sheepishly back up at him, blushing almost shyly, imparting: "In keeping with tradition Alpha, I've saved myself for you in the hopes you will show mercy in claiming me and make your first entry as gentle as possible."

With a wink, Jason smiled broadly: "I'll do my best, but I make no promises that it will be painless."

Jake looked down at the thick, large eleven-inch cock in Jason's hand, poised right at his virginal upturned hole, drooling pre-cum all over it, before gulping then groaning: "I'm fairly certain it won't be Alpha."

Jason chortled wickedly as he rubbed his oozing piss slit into the oval tight ring of Jake's anus, massaging the viscous liquids all around it as he worked up a thick spit in his mouth a let it drip off his bottom lip right onto the bulbous head of his schlong.

Jason couldn't help but compare Jake's hole to the gaping maul that had been couch Tuck's, the first, and only other time he had fucked someone.

Stoically, he couldn't help but think of just such an intimate moment with JD, knowing full well that he was just as rectally virginal as Jake was now, but growing more and more uncertain of being the first to deflower him and make the boy he now knew for certain he loved, blossom around his manhood. Thinking secretly to himself, that in his fantasies with JD, he would have willingly sacrificed his own anal virginity in lieu of having the honor of claiming JD's. Jason couldn't help believe that after the previous night's events, that likelihood hood was growing dimmer and dimmer.

The thought had crossed his mind, as he sat there on his haunches poised to claim Jake's virginity, that he was in part doing so, because this man, more than any other, was increasingly likely to be JD's first.

But now that he was here, at the very moment he was beginning to apply pressure to Jake's tight orifice with the blunt end of his turgid pole, he came to the realization that it didn't really matter who between them who got there first with JD, what really mattered is that it would be someone who loved JD.

That, in a nutshell, was all that really mattered to Jason, resolving instead to just enjoy Jake's offering, knowing similarly that neither Jake or JD would begrudge him the experience.

Such tender, hopeful thoughts, spurred Jason forward, leaning over Jake's torso until his face hovered over Jake's while he continued to apply pressure to Jake's tight entrance with his velvety smooth but rock-hard glans.

Jake stared up at him, their eyes locked momentarily, before Jason dove in, covering Jake's lips with his own, his tongue diving past his thick full lips to suave Jake's tongue with his own.

Jason broke the heated kiss to dive down to Jake's left ear, the tip of his wet tongue caressing his earlobe as he grunted into Jake's ear: "Loosin' up Jake, open your hole to me."

Jake didn't really know if it was him or his wolf that had willed his asshole to pucker outward at that moment Jason had breathed those words into his ear, but Jake found himself wincing slightly as Jason's glans began to truly spread his rectal lips, forcing them to clasp tightly as his massive glans began to split his hole open.

Jason groaned as Jake quivered below him, his muscles growing tauter as he bore down, trying to will his hole open as he pushed his rectal muscles outward, his brow sweating, his eyes two narrow slits, his nose crinkling under the unrelenting pressure of Jason's prick.

Jake's arms encircled Jason's back, his fingertips digging into his tight, corded muscles, nearly growling as he thrust his own hips upward with all the strength he could muster until finally Jason's massive glans pierced his sphincter and drove a few inches deep within the confines of his convulsing hole.

"Mutha fuck that's tight" Jason mused as he continued splitting Jake's virgin twat, each inch parting new territory until it came to an abrupt halt, crashing into the barrier that comprised his inner sphincter.

Jason still had about four inches of solid, pulsating cock he was determined to embed inside Jake. He fished around with the blunt end of his dick aligning himself with the small narrow entrance into his lower bowel.

He knew he had found it when Jake moaned and winced in pain. Jason knew instinctively what he had to do to gain purchase past the last obstruction to his forward advances as his fingertips sought out the nubs of Jason's nipples. He rolled the mammalian protuberances between his thumb and forefinger before pinching them sharply, timing the full force of his thighs and hips to drive his bludgeoning cockhead like a battering ram against the overstretched membrane that comprised his inner sphincter, practically ripping the orifice open in his dick's wake.

Jake nearly howled in pain, before Jason clasped his hand over his mouth sinking the last few torturous inches of his invading member into the depths of Jake's rectum.

Jake's fingertips dug into Jason's taut muscular ass, clutching him desperately trying to twist his hips side to side in the vain hope of dislodging Jason's thick cock from its new territorial purchase.

Jason was having none of it, as he ground his pubes against Jake's thin anal lips and steadied his hips before he pulled back a couple of inches and until he felt the rubber band tightness of the sphincter spread again around the coronal crown of his glans before rapidly and repetitively punching the abused overstretched membrane forcing it to stretch and accommodate his turgid pole.

Bit by bit Jake's hole began to relax and what was once both uncomfortable and painful gave way to a warming sensation within Jake's ass.

As Jason pulled back further and further and his dick slit pumped more pre-cum into his velvety canal, Jason's thick organ began to grind pleasurably against his prostate, raking constant waves of torturous delight rippling up Jake's spine.

The new sensation had a secondary effect, one they both felt as their mouths once again sought each others and their tongues dueled for dominance.

Jake's mammoth trunk-like phallus began to swell and flood with blood, engorging it between them.

Jason pulled back, his hands gripping Jake's massive tree trunk-sized thighs with his hands as he watched in awed fascination as Jake's humongous organ distended and thickened beyond imagination until it finally stood fully erect up the entirety of Jake's torso.

Big couldn't begin to describe the monster that Jason ogled openly, his eyes nearly wide as saucers taking its magnificent grand scale in.

From the base to the tip it stretched nearly up to his chin and at its narrowest it was at least as thick as Jason's forearm and nearly as rotund as his bicep at its base.

Thick finger-sized veins traversed its massive girth, each pulsating as it continuously pumped blood throughout the organ.

The huge, fist-sized lavender-blue glans was topped by a piss slit so large he could have slipped his entire index finger into its depths and still have room for more.

Taken in its entirety, Jason estimated it had to be at least eighteen inches easily and was near as rock hard as his own.

Reaching down to clutch it between his two hands as he moved into a upright position, his own prick still buried balls deep in Jake's clenching hole, Jason lifted the organ upright to examine it more closely, the fingers of his hands completely unable to circumvent its diameter with inches left to spare.

Jason peeled the thin foreskin over his palpitating glans, watching the head cling to it as it tautly traversed its shiny, almost mirror-like circumference.

He smiled down at Jake, a wicked look in his eyes as he dipped his head, driving the tip of his tongue into the vast crevasse that comprised and bordered his frenulum, causing Jake to almost squeal in delight as he flicked it relentlessly before dipping into the depths of his piss slit. He didn't pursue it too deeply, but Jason was sure he could have slipped inches worth of his tongue into his urethra, a delight he decided to savior possibly in the future. With a resounding thumping thud, Jason released Jake's aptly christened horsecock and began pounding his own dick into Jake's undulating cunt.

Jake groaned ceaselessly below him, thrusting his hips like a wanton, nymphomaniac whore in heat, matching his Alpha thrust for thrust before inexorably driving them to a near rapturous mutual orgasm.

Jason was first to unleash the tidal forces of his burgeoning climax, spewing Jake's guts in a flood of seminal discharge.

Jason's palpitating and convulsing, expanding and contracting glans spurred the tsunami-like waves of rapturous ecstasy as Jake's cock nearly exploded in thick ropes of white sperm that splattered his own face, covering it almost completely in viscous, testicular goo.

Jason had to suppress a giggle, the mess that was Jake's orgasm leaving his face looking like someone had smashed it with a cream pie. made doubly comical as Jake spit and sputtered as their orgasms waned and his fingers dug and pulled at the sticky mess covering him.

As Jason pulled his deflating dick from Jake's clutching orifice and stood up and Jake wiped the bulk of his gooey mess from his face, Jason smiled down at him, offering Jake his hand, helping him to rise.

Reaching up to smooth a few stray strands of cum into Jake's hair by carding his fingers through it, Jason grinned broadly up at him before merrily announcing: "I can't think of a better way to baptize the first member of my pack." and as he and Jake dressed before he strode confidently forward toward the edge of the clearing and heading back the way they had come, a snicker passed Jason's lips, his head twisted sideways, chortling as he asked: "You coming Gamma?"

Jake Baurers bowed his head, shaking it back and forth mockingly groaning: "Very funny Alpha" before double timing after him to catch up.