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Will couldn't stop himself from shifting where he stood. Standing in the wide open expanse of the entrance hall, surrounded by so many members of his pack, had him jittery with nerves when he was so used to the solitude and comfort of his personal rooms. It wasn't often he left the inner sanctum of their citadel anymore, much preferring the company of his books and the privacy afforded him in his personal workshop.
He tried to keep still, but his nerves were alight with anxiety and impatience. Time felt like it was crawling by and he was anxious to return to his work when his efforts could be better spent on spell-crafting rather than on another pointless attempt by his parents at finding him a mate.
His mother glanced at him worryingly and he stopped his fidgeting lest she postpone todays meeting to another day. Best to get it over with now rather than waste more time drawing it out.
He supposed he couldn't blame them for trying. After all, he was a fully mature omega near past his prime with no prospects, at least none worth actually considering. Not through any failing of his own, he thought bitterly. There was once a time when he had hope for his future, for a mate and a family of his own. But now he was settled with the fact that he would be survived by his life's work rather than any sort of lineage.
All because his villain, his tormentor, his nightmare couldn't bear to let him go. When Will was still a pup, on the cusp of presenting, he'd been abducted by an enemy pack. He'd suffered for weeks at the hands of the alpha Henry Creel, an infamous necromancer with unnaturally long life and unfathomable abilities.
Will was permanently scarred by the time he'd spent in captivity, mentally as well as physically as he recalled with melancholy the scar slashing through his left eye, the once hazel color now forever a misty white, a mark that Henry left on all his victims. Will wouldn't take it back if he could, though. It was worth all the pain when it meant he could protect the other abducted children from Henry's wrath while Will kept the attention focused on himself. He was something of a favorite of Henry's, the alpha darkly promising to claim Will once he presented.
That hadn't happened as Will had used a burst of magic, a gift from the deities Nald'thal who were angry with Henry's upsetting of the balance as he continually cheated death, and summoned a noxious green fire that engulfed Henry, the distraction affording Will the chance to escape along with the rest of the children held captive.
For the last decade Henry has rotted away in his Keep, with only the company of his army of the undead. How he survived, Will doesn't know, but what he does know is that the alpha forever holds a grudge.
Every prospect Will has ever had has somehow disappeared or rescinded their interest without another word, and like clockwork, every season since his presentation, the Maldonado pack has received a letter of intent from the ancient monster who is still intent on claiming Will as his own. A letter that Will himself tears apart with vicious fury every time.
Thus, Will has resigned himself to being alone.
He will admit that this attempted courtship does appear to be different from the others. A fact he tries not to dwell too much on for fear of gaining too much hope just for it to be yanked away again.
Nearly a year ago now they had received the first of many gifts to come. It started with dried meats and cheeses, livestock and fruits that weren't native to their area but gave away that whoever this suitor was lived further north than the Byers enclave.
The gifts then shifted towards items conveying deeper intent when Will hadn't turned away the advances. They were sent rich fabrics, gems, books on many topics although the ones on the occult were Will's favorites as their esoteric content wasn't anything Will had ever seen before. He devoured the knowledge they contained and the many books that followed, their sender somehow sensing Will's preference. He was sent alchemical instruments and artifacts, even a bundle of stolon from the incredibly rare Thaliak's Thumb, an herb named after the patron deity Will was aligned with. Whether they were aware of this information or happened upon a lucky guess, he didn't know, but it was getting harder for him to deny the affection growing within him now how much he looked forward to what would come next.
He tried to figure out who this suitor could be, used the clues at hand to examine every pack he knew lived in the north. There weren't many, the land unhospitable and harsh. It wasn't until he was sent the most illuminating gift yet that he knew he'd figured it out.
The package this time was smaller than usual but no less extravagant. If anything, it was his most precious gift yet. A crate was brought to him, its contents bearing an assortment of art supplies; high quality parchment, inks, pigments of color, and underneath it all a wolf pelt. He was given two clues as to the sender: one of the pigments was a color which came from a rare mineral, a mineral that was only found deep within the Dreamlands, mined from the mountain of Kadath; the other clue was the pelt, which came from a direwolf, a creature that was known to live alongside one pack alone. The Wheelers.
Not much was known about the Wheeler pack. They were reclusive, even moreso than the Byers. They were rumored to be a savage bunch, allied with the goddess Halone, which made sense considering their close affiliation with dire wolves and the frigid terrain they resided in.
Their only known heir was a female alpha.
Perhaps his suitor was someone from a lower rank, Will tried to tell himself. He knew this was unlikely considering the luxuries he was gifted, but marrying a woman, even if an alpha, was off the table for him.
His suspicions were confirmed when a letter finally arrived, declaring the intent of one Michael Wheeler to court William Byers. The letter was accompanied by a pendant cut into the shape of a heart, the stone dark and glinting red in the light and saturated with the alpha's scent.
And so here he stood, swathed in garments adorned with jewels of azurite and gold-spun thread, a veil held atop his head with a circlet of precious gems, the pendant around his neck and the pitch black pelt that was gifted to him resting on his shoulders.
Wearing the pelt was a gesture of goodwill, but it was deeper than that for Will. He'd taken to wearing it when alone, comforted by the warmth of the soft fur, nuzzling into it and inhaling the faint scent it carried-something heady and earthy. He'd even done the unseemly and added it to his nest at night, curling on top of it in an inappropriate state of undress while he slept.
It was unbecoming. It felt too good.
Try as he might to deny it, he may be in too deep.
Will's ears perked up as the sound of approaching footsteps could be heard, voices muffled through the walls. The great oaken doors of the hall opened revealing the caravan of visitors. The flutter of Will's heart simultaneously soothed and quickened, relieved that they had actually come but nervous at what truth this assembly might reveal.
The group was headed by two alphas, an older male with a large greying beard and a young woman, a greatsword and staff on their respective backs. Will eyed the girl with curiosity, sensing the power resonating from within the mage. She didn't hold his interest for long as the rest of the party made their way in.
Will's eyes were drawn immediately to the back of the group, where a great direwolf was padding in, bringing up the rear and guarding their backs. Will had never seen one in person before, just drawings of them in his books. The wolf was enormous, much larger than Will had pictured, easily of Will's height if not taller. Will was transfixed, his hand coming up to pet at the fur around his own shoulders, imagining it to be similar to how the direwolf would feel if he were allowed to touch its silky black coat. He wondered if this pelt had come from one of its brethren.
The wolf looked up, its eyes meeting Will's through the veil as if the barrier was nonexistent, and Will's breath stuttered in his chest, struck by the deep red glint of them, rubies so rich and dark they were almost black.
Will knew it was rude to ignore the introductions being made around him but he felt frozen under the wolf's stare, its eyes knowing and much too observant for a normal wolf. There was sudden movement from the wolf's right, a small figure rushing forward from the group and breaking the spell on Will as it crashed into him.
The air tensed as everyone's hackles raised but relaxed upon seeing the small girl wrapping her arms around Will's middle. She looked up at him, her smile wide and stretching the scar cut through her left eye, a reflection of the one Will bore. He stared at her in shock, his eyes darting all over her face and taking in every new detail.
"Holly?" he asked in astonishment. She had the same long blond hair and crystal blue eye that he remembered from the little girl of his past, except this girl was smiling and grown, not a little girl any longer, and smothered with the crystalline scent of dewdrops on poinsettia rather than the reeking stench of terror and despair.
"It's so good to see you again, Will," she told him, eyes squinting shut with the strength of her grin. "I've missed you."
"I've missed you, too," he told her earnestly. "I'm sorry, but I'm a bit lost. You're with the Wheeler pack?"
An older woman with a mane of curly blond hair stepped forward, an intricately carved box in her arms.
"Holly, sweetie, if I may?" she directed to the girl, who squeezed Will one more time before stepping back with a sly smile. What did she know?
The girl he remembered had been a tiny thing, he doubted she had even seen her fifth name-day when she'd been taken captive by Henry Creel. But what she lacked in size she made up for with viciousness and cunning, even at her tender age. Will remembered carrying her out himself after his attempt on Henry's life.
"I'm Karen Wheeler," she introduced herself, "den mother and pack omega of the Wheeler pack. We've been keeping an eye on you all these years, William Byers. You saved my daughter's life that day so long ago, and protected her from even worse. We've never forgotten that. We-no, I want to express my eternal gratitude and thank you for doing what I couldn't. For being there for her, for the sacrifice you made to spare her and every youngling there from that monster. Now it is time for us to repay your kindness, if it would please you."
Will could feel the tears welling up, dripping steadily down his cheeks. He was grateful now for the veil he wore.
Karen stepped forward, presenting him with the box she held within her arms.
It was small, no bigger than one of the many tomes he had in his study. The carvings were ornate albeit a tad rough, most likely done by an amateur, by his suitor, another token for his affection. His curiosity ate at him, desperate to know the contents.
"Open it," Karen urged, giving him the permission he hadn't realized he was waiting for.
He unlatched the clasp, pausing for a brief moment as his mind raced with what it could possibly contain. Nothing could have prepared him for the truth of what he found.
As he lifted the lid and revealed the contents within, an odor spilled out, viscous and sweet and tinged with iron. Resting in the box, atop a velvet cushion like a prized piece of jewelry, sat a withered, rotting, blackened heart.
Will knew even without the familiar putrid scent that this was the heart of Henry Creel, the bane of his existence. Funny how even his heart was ugly and disfigured, a perfect reflection of his vile perverse mind. His hand trembled as he shut the chest. A unique keepsake indeed, one he would cherish with merciless vindication.
He gave the chest to his mother, her eyes shining with old grief for her son as well as dark pleasure with the knowledge that Henry had finally paid for his crimes. Will turned back to the Wheeler matriarch, seeing her in a new light. Where at first he had seen a polite and proper omega, he now saw the viciousness that lay beneath her genial smile. He could sense her bloodthirst, the wildness that glinted in her eyes, the blood that stained the sharp points of her teeth when her smile stretched wide with barely concealed mania.
He understood now the rumor that the Wheelers were a savage pack, but instead of the fear it was meant to invoke Will was comforted by the knowledge that it was no mere rumor. This was a pack that knew what it meant to get its hands dirty, to protect their own by all means necessary, that saw the ugly truth of Will and accepted him flaws and all.
"A mighty prize indeed," Will praised, the Wheeler pack as well as their guardian wolf standing tall and proud at his approval. "And who am I to thank for bringing me this boon?"
"That would be my son," Karen revealed. "Michael, why don't you introduce yourself?"
Will tried his best not to appear too desperate, keeping his body in check, but his eyes moved desperately through the crowd in search of his mate-to-be.
Karen turned, her hand outstretched and beckoning. Will followed the line of her hand, confused at first when the direwolf stalked forward until he made the connection.
It was the wolf. Michael was capable of a full transformation.
Just like Will.
It was Will's best kept secret, his mother, brother, and best friend the only ones aware of his ability now that Henry was dead. It was part of why Henry had been so adamant in his pursuit of Will. The ability to fully transform into a wolf was falling into obscurity, only a small few bestowed with the gift. It was alleged that those capable of the transformation were blessed by the gods themselves, though Will wasn't convinced. How could it be a blessing when it had brought him to the attention of one so evil?
He hadn't shifted once in the ten years since his escape, the last time being when he had fled with little Holly atop his back, her tiny arms gripping tightly round his neck in frigid terror.
Will watched the wolf, Mike, thoughtfully as he padded closer. He hadn't felt the itch of transformation under his skin in so long, was he even capable of the magic any longer? Perhaps it was time Will rectified that matter. After all, Henry was dead. A giddy fit of laughter threatened to burst out of Will. That's right. Henry was dead.
The wolf was almost upon him now, the hairs of its coat standing on end and trembling for a moment as the shift occurred. Where once stood the giant wolf now stood a young man a few years his junior, though taller still than Will, with skin pale as snow and hair dark as pitch. He was nude, as was wont to happen when one shifted, and one of the members of his pack stepped forward with a change of clothes.
Will watched as he dressed, his tongue swelling with hunger as he swallowed the saliva that pooled in his mouth, his eyes tracing the freckles that decorated the alphas skin and the lean muscles that shifted underneath, down to where a trail of hair led to the line of his cock. Will's eyes flicked back up to Michael's face, his cheeks hot beneath his veil.
Michael was unabashed in his nudity, his dark eyes flashing red as they returned Will's stare, his movements slow as they pulled on his clothing. When he was done dressing, another packmate brought forth a greatsword that Michael strapped to his back with an unconscious ease that spoke of mastery.
He stepped forward to Will, kneeling before him in supplicance and reaching out to grasp one of Will's hands, bringing it to his mouth in a gentle kiss.
"I hope my token is well met," Mike said, voice reverent as he looked up at Will below dark lashes. He turned Will's hand over, exposing his wrist and sliding his mouth against it, his lips pressing against Will's scent gland with each syllable uttered. "As well as the rest of the gifts bestowed upon you."
"Well met, Alpha," Will told him, his eyes heavy lidded and his body relaxing, joints loosening, as he became soothed and docile by the shameless scentmarking.
He was jolted out of the state by the clearing of a throat, suddenly remembering the company they were surrounded by.
Karen glared at Michael as she spoke, "Excuse my son, he often forgets his manners when he spends more time as a wolf than a man."
The sly grin of the mouth still pressed to his wrist was certainly wolfish, Will agreed. He could see now where Holly got her mischievous spirit.
"Perhaps your intended would like to hear the tale of how you it was you claimed his gift," Karen suggested.
A breathy "please" spilled from Will's lips in a near whisper but Michael heard it all the same.
He nodded solemnly. "Of course. Whatever you desire."
The alpha rose to his feet, his posture tall and proud as he recounted the tale. "I won't bore you with the minute details of how our plot came to be, but know that it has been years in the making. Instead I will jump to the very end, the night our plans came to fruition. Everyone in this room played a part in enacting vengeance against the scourge of the necromancer Vecna, whom you know by his true name. I was joined by my band of warriors," he nodded to the mage that Will had noted earlier, to an archer that stood tall behind her, to a stocky barbarian at her side. The trio all flashed wicked grins at Will, the air around them shimmering with untamed power. "We cut through Vecna's army of the undead, fought our way through his fortress, until we came upon him. It took all our strength combined to fell the dark sorcerer, but it was I that dealt the final blow. I cut off his head with my blessed blade, ripped his poisonous beating heart from his chest, and set his body alight with holy fire."
Will's eyes threatened to flutter shut as he listened to Michael's voice but he was held captive by the dark eyes that bore into him as they spun their tale, his attention hanging onto the holy paladin's every word of how he smote the monster. His heart was pounding, body thrumming with pleasure as he listened to the accounting.
He should feel relief at the death of his tormentor, and he did; should feel an aversion to the violence he was being told, which he distinctly did not. He'd been wet since he'd opened the box and revealed the wretched heart within.
He knew at once he would fit right in with this wild pack before him. Underneath his dovish demeanor, Will was a vicious creature just the same.
"We built a pyre, burning his army of undead. It took us days but the work is done. I watched as his body burned to ash, collected what remained and sealed him away with the help of my mage. He will never return, never be resurrected, nor hurt anyone ever again. We finished what you started. You will never feel the dogged steps of his reminder again. The stain upon your life has been removed."
A fine tremble shook through Will as it finally sunk in just what he was hearing. He was free.
An old itch made itself known, crawling over his skin and seeping into his bones, an itch he hadn't felt in nigh a decade. His joints loosened, muscles rolling, ligaments relaxing as they anticipated the change he knew was upon him.
Will forced himself to turn away from Michael, towards his mother beside him.
"Mama," he murmured, catching her attention, "I wish to invoke the old ways."
She gasped beside him, and he heard a chittering sound through the pack at their backs. "Baby, are you sure?"
"Yes," he told her, wholeheartedly. "I am sure. He is the one. Besides," his lips quirked small smirk, looking back at the alpha before him, "it has been too long since I last stretched my legs."
Michael's head tilted curiously at the exchange, his attention switching between the two before settling on Will as he lifted the pelt from his shoulders and handed it to the handmaiden beside him.
The fiery red-headed omega, his best friend, smiled at him knowingly as she took the garments he handed her. "I told you this time was different," she said with exasperating smugness.
Will rolled his eyes behind his veil and by the chuckle she let out he knew she had sensed his vexation. He was methodical in the removal of his clothing, unclasping chains and sliding off the rings and bands adorning his limbs, undoing all the work she had helped him with earlier that day in decorating his body.
A rosiness spread along the sharp cheekbones of the alpha in front of him as Will slowly revealed himself.
"I am unacquainted with these 'old ways' you speak of," he said shyly, finally sounding like the young alpha he was.
"That's alright," Will told him assuringly, the hint of a purr at the end of each word, "just follow my lead. I'm sure you'll catch on quickly, Alpha."
Will could feel the hungry gazes of the Wheeler pack before him, curious and confused but sensing the significance of what was occurring. His own pack behind him whispered lowly, the hum of prayer and hymnals as they anticipated the joining of the two clans.
Will stood naked before his chosen mate, with just the long trailing veil protecting what little was left of his modesty and the ruby pendant hanging lowly from the lengthy chain around his neck.
He could feel his alpha's eyes roaming his body, feasting on the sight he made and the curves hinted at behind the gossamer thin fabric. He felt exposed with all his scars on display, but instead of the shame they used to bring he now felt powerful; he had fought tooth and nail and survived, and now here at the end he was the one left standing, victorious.
"Ordinarily our courtship would extend for much longer," Will explained, "we would be accompanied on outings, your strength would be tested against our strongest warriors, and we would attend a series of rituals. But I am weary and tired of waiting. And you have most certainly proven yourself to me and mine." The pack behind him rumbled their approval; ancient magic swirled in the air as the gods of old looked down upon them, adding their blessing.
"And what would you have me do instead, Omega?" Michael asked, reverence in his gaze.
Will's skin rippled over sinew, his eyes finally closing with the pleasure of the shift upon him, his head tilting to the side. His eyes were slits where they peered below long burnished lashes, glowing like bronze embers through the gauzy fabric. His alphas breath caught in his throat at their unnatural light shining through.
"Now we run, my paladin."
Like a muscle gone long with disuse, the change overtook him, slower than in the years of his youth. His limbs grew, his joints shifting into new formations, his skin turning itself inside out with the sprouting of his tawny coat. The veil he wore fluttered to the ground, unfit for this new form, while the pendant lay against the downy fur of his breast. He shook himself out, stretching the atrophied muscles of his lupine form.
There was a cacophony of noise from both packs, a particularly clear shout of "holy shit!" by the barbarian from Michael's trio of friends, the sounds raucous and grating on Will's much more sensitive senses in this state but full of cheering approval.
He looked to his alpha, his vision altered so the blush he knew Michael bore was now invisible but he could instead see the flutter of his pulse in his throat, hear the desire in his short uneven breaths, smell the lust of his loins. His alphas jaw was dropped open in shock before closing with determination. He took the sword off his back, handing it off, before his skin rippled with the shift, too impatient to remove his own clothing, tearing through them in his haste.
Will didn't wait to watch the shift, taking off in a run as the crowd parted before him. Michael would be much faster in his shift, his stride longer with his greater size, and Will needed to get a head start if he wanted to make it to the destination he had in mind.
While his wolf was much smaller than the direwolf, what he lacked in size he made up for in speed.
He bounded down the stone road, moving through the village proper until he reached the woods surrounding their stead, his muscles waking up and remembering what it was like to run on all fours, his animal hindbrain taking the reins. He swerved through the trees, over roots, his movements all pure instinct. Behind him he could sense the presence of a larger animal making chase, its footsteps silent in its hunt, spurring him on as his heart stuttered with the knowledge of a predator close on his heels.
The clearing wasn't too far from the Byers enclave, within walking distance for a normal human, and Will was thankful for the fact as he felt himself start to slow, his muscles still weak from disuse, unsure of how long he could stay in this form. He was aware of Michael chasing behind him, of the fact that he could have caught up to him easily but was letting Will lead them, curious and playful as he nipped at his heels before falling back and giving Will the boost to push ahead.
Will leapt through a copse of trees, into a naturally occurring clearing, the wash of magic flowing over him as he entered the ancient ground. Michael was right behind him, slowing as he too was awash with the sacred magic of the space.
They were the only creatures around, the magic deterring most living things from disturbing the area unless in search or need of it.
There was an archaic stone stable situated in the middle of the clearing, worn with time and use. It was a relic of old, passed down through generations of Will's maternal line for those blessed with innate magic, long forgotten aside from Will and his immediate family.
He ignored the dais, as it would be of no use to him on this day. Instead he found a spot on the soft meadowy grass, warmed and dry from the sun. It was soft under the pads of his paws, perfect for what he had in mind. Will turned his head, looking behind him at the large black wolf stalking towards him. He swished his tail to the side, fanning the air with his sweet scent, revealing the wet dripping of his cunt for the predator behind him.
It worked to entice the beast, a deep possessive growl tearing out of its throat as it leapt to mount the smaller wolf, but Will wouldn't be taken so easily. He dashed away, yipping playfully as he extended their chase just a little bit longer. He could smell the frustration and impatience wafting from his alpha but still he was indulged. They nipped at each other, Will teasing Michael each time he tested the distance between them, darting in close before making another escape, until finally his alpha snapped.
Michael lunged after him, his teeth catching on the nape of his neck and Will thrashed in his grip. They rolled in the grass, their bites just a touch too rough, the draw of blood spurring them on in their frenzied tussle. It ended with Will on his back, the shift dissipating to reveal his naked human body, his chest rising and falling with each panting breath as he lay beneath the hulking form of the wolf standing over him.
Even with his senses dulled in this form, he could taste the ravenous desire dripping from the wolf above him, his scent intoxicating and heady and smelling exactly like the pelt Will spent every night sleeping with. He could feel the cold breeze off a wintry mountain in his gust of breath, the tang of wild cranberries and earthiness of oakmoss in his lust, the rich warmth of amber in his devotion.
Will laughed giddily in the face of the wolf, still teasing and playful. His alpha chuffed, his tongue lolling out to lick Will's cheek in a wet drag, eliciting more laughter. The wolf nudged at him and Will tilted his head to the side indulgingly, lengthening his neck and exposing the scent gland for the wolf to taste.
The warm wet licks of Michael's tongue transformed from ticklish to heavenly, each stroke pulling a soft moan from the omega. Will hadn't known his neck would be so sensitive, that just the feeling of Michael licking his neck would bring him pleasure. The alpha pressed his nose into the gland on his neck, snuffling into the sensitive skin and Will shrieked with laughter, pushing the wolf's head away.
A sharp growl erupted from the alpha at the offense, causing Will to fall limp beneath him, his head tilted as far as it would go in deference to his mate. The red eyes of the wolf glowed at him in warning and Will could feel his own flicker in response. He laid there, belly up, at the disposal of his alpha.
The wolf growled lowly in approval, returning to sniffing and licking Will's body at his leisure. The wolf's head moved down Will's body, tongue smearing across his soft belly, pausing to nose his scent into the womb that lay underneath in a promise for their future. Will lay trembling and pliant, anticipation building inside him.
He was expecting it but still jolted in shock at the first lick against his core, the flat of the wolf's tongue encompassing him in heat and licking broadly from below his entrance to flick at the bud of his small omegan cock. He lay there taking it, his legs trembling and hands itching to cover his face, needing to hide some part of his body while he was so exposed, but didn't dare move for fear of further angering his mate.
He was dripping wet now, each slide of the wolf's tongue mixing saliva with the slick that was steadily pouring out of him. Michael was thorough in his attention, licking at his folds until he was completely soaked before pressing inside of him with his tongue, the muscle stiffening and thick where Will was stretched around it. A wail was wrenched from the omega at how full he felt, clenching on the tongue as he shook with his release, the feeling foreign but oh so welcome. If this was what his tongue felt like, Will couldn't imagine what it would be like when he was stuffed with his alphas cock.
Will could feel the air around them humming with power, not with just the natural magic that came from the site they lay atop of, but from the primordial deities he could feel were watching him, their attention on the joining of two of their blessed children. Will felt drunk on it, this mix pleasure and the influx of magic saturating his every pore.
The air shifted below him, his direwolf returning to man as he looked up from where he lay between the spread of Will's legs. Michael's mouth was glistening and red, coated with Will's slick and spend, his eyes blown wide as they stared up at Will.
"You shifted back." Will pouted, pointing out the obvious. "You didn't have to," he told Michael, with a note of disappointment in his voice.
"I'm going to take you now," Michael declared, ignoring the omegas complaint. "I'm not going to hurt you."
His hands trailed up Will's flank, his sharp tipped claws dragging stinging scratches into Will's skin, before gripping him tight and flipping him over without any further preamble. Will scrambled to get his bearings, as Michael rubbed his hips soothingly, pressing down on the small of Will's back.
"Shh, Omega, let me have you," Michael crooned, the glands on his wrists rubbing his scent into Will's skin and relaxing him.
Will rose on his knees, bent at the waist in a deep arch, his cheek resting on the soft grass beneath him, his arms limp at his side. He was hazy with need, clenching on nothing now that he knew what it was to be filled. He whined for his alpha, needing to be full again. Was he doing it wrong? Was his presentation not perfect?
He felt something hot and blunt press against his entrance, his whine stuttering into a moan as his alpha slid inside with one smooth, unwavering thrust.
The air was knocked out of Will, leaving him gasping. This was much larger than the length he had taken earlier but so much more delicious, filling him in all the right ways.
His alpha gave him a mere moment to acclimate before he positioned Will how he needed. He gripped Will's hip with one hand, his other pressing down on the back of Will's neck giving Michael the leverage to start a steady rhythm, his cock dragging inside of Will until just the tip remained inside before pushing back in. It was almost comforting in the repetition of it if only it wasn't driving Will to the brink of madness.
"So good for me, Omega," Michael groaned, teeth clenched as he spoke and voice gravely with his own pleasure. "Taking me so well."
Will was hyperaware of the cock inside of him, the way it stretched his cunt with each press and drag, his walls fluttering desperately around it and his entrance puffy and sensitive around the intrusion. He could feel himself drooling into the grass, all higher functioning leaving his brain as he was fucked dumb by the methodical work of the alpha mounting him. He didn't know how much more of this pace he could take, needed Michael to speed up but couldn't get his mouth to work to tell him so.
His scent must have alerted his alpha to his distress, or he too might've grown restless for more, either way Will was spared the slow torture of this exquisite pleasure when Michael picked up the pace, his thrusts growing rougher, deeper, grinding against him with the end of each stroke.
Michael's hand on his back smoothed over his back, reaching under him to pull Will up by his chest until he was upright. His long-fingered hand wrapped around Will's throat, tilting his head back to rest on Michael's shoulder. The angle wasn't quite as good, but Will's thoughts left the cock inside him as he felt the sharp press of teeth graze against his neck.
"Gonna make you mine," Michael slurred around his elongated fangs, "gonna fill you up, with my teeth, my knot…"
Will's eyes rolled to the back of his head as Michael sunk his fangs deep into his mating gland, following through on the first of his promises and filling Will up with his bite. Euphoria sank deep into Will's veins, following their path through his body and twining around his heart, the bond between Alpha and Omega snapping into place.
It was too much, his pleasure cresting once more, his eyes staring up at the sky above him as he fell apart, his alpha enveloping him completely within and without and holding him together all at once. Will gazed unseeingly into the heavens above, the gods smiling back down at him and he felt as Nophica herself sent him her blessing, knew when he felt the stretch against his rim as his alphas knot formed that this union would end in a successful coupling. That he would soon be round with pups.
His alphas hips shortened their stride into a grinding press as he worked his knot into Will, letting out a deep guttural groan when it caught. Will whined against the pressure, his alpha releasing the grip his jaw had on his neck and Will was able to slump against him, body relaxing to take the full brunt of his knot.
He prepared himself to stay in this position for the foreseeable future. Having read about matings and the length of their duration, Will knew he would be stuck like this for awhile as his alpha pumped him full of his seed.
He closed his eyes, ready to doze off against the solid chest behind him, when the knot inside him began to swell even further.
Will's eyes bulged in his skull.
"W-what," he stuttered out, his body clenching instinctually, milking another pulse out of the cock buried inside him.
Michael shuddered behind him, his breathing erratic and near hyperventilating.
"I-I'm sorry, I can't hold it back," he told Will between gasps. He pushed Will back down onto all fours. "It's okay," Michael reassured him, his voice reverberating with a deep baritone as he fought the shift, "it'll be easier like this. You can take it."
His words ended in a growl, the change overtaking him. Will remembered what Karen had said earlier, about Michael spending more time as wolf than as man. While Will had fought to stay shifted in his lupine form, it seemed Michael had the opposite problem; his body was more accustomed to being a wolf and he had to fight to remain a man.
Soft fur brushed against Will's back and he was pressed into the grass. A long keening sound spilling out of his mouth as the knot inside him grew impossibly larger. He couldn't do it, he was going to break, he was sure of it.
The wolf crouched over him, licking the back of his neck in an attempt to sooth him, its hot breath ruffling Will's sweat damp hair.
Will tried to breath through the stretch as he knew there was no way he would be able to pull free from where they were locked together. Michael's tongue swiped over the bite on his neck, his cock shifting inside of Will and suddenly it was like his every nerve became alight as the knot pressed inside him just right.
"A-ah, Alpha, M-mike, please-!" Will begged, overwhelmed with everything he was feeling.
He fell limp like a doll, his mind ascending to a higher plane of constant bliss, his body opening further and somehow taking Michael's cock even deeper. Will was drunk on it, on the knot splitting him open wide, on the swelling of his belly as he was filled more spend than any normal human could produce.
Will's hand lazily pressed against the distension, imagining the bulge beneath his hand to be that of his future pups growing within. He felt a clawed hand cover his, a half shift between man and beast, pressing down where it covered his belly until he could feel the twitch of the cock inside of him like the kick of a baby.
"Mine," the wolf above him growled, the words harsh in his inhuman mouth. It's hips moved in an aborted thrust, stuck inside Will yet still trying to breed him even further.
Will whimpered into the grass, unable to do anything more than take what he was given.
"..yours…" he slurred, his eyes closing as exhaustion over took him.
He knew when he woke that there would be much to discuss. That he would reciprocate the mating bite he now bore, marking the alpha as his own and completing their bond.
For now, though, Will could rest, at ease and at peace for the first time in over a decade.
Will was free, and he had the rest of his future to look forward to.