Chapter 103: The Will Of A Feral Mind The Deep Woods, Fallon Creek, Michigan... Snarls filled the air as the glowing yellow eyes of one Alarick Michael Channon seemed to take in the sight of a lone pale lad moving through the trees with wild curly blond locks he seemed to be following the river and was aimed at taking a dip despite being alone following the end of the school day. Lewis Daly had gone on ahead not at all wishing to endure the stench of his baby brother's heat any longer than he needed to once school had let out. Casey Peterson had been hot on his heels still searching for him through the woods. The snarling half feral brooding lad continued to move above the trees as he watched with rapt attention as the now lone blond slowly got undressed causing the scent to waft toward his flaring nostrils more potent than ever before. It angered Rick to no end to have his cock so aroused and pulsing in the wake of the young fool venturing into his territory. The urge to domin
Chapter 104: An Expression Of Rank The Deep Woods, Fallon Creek, Michigan... A howl filled the air as Casey Allen Peterson barrelled amid a few trees noting the flaring of his nostrils as he rushed toward the scent of his mate, Rick Channon, who the heat of the new arrival had compelled to take him by force, which given how Maddox reacted to him before wasn't all that forceful, to begin with. While he had been annoyed that Rick was shoving his cock into another werewolf, and an intersex one at that, he knew it had not been of his own mind's desire. Casey had known better than anyone that Rick's wolf had been very domineering when it came to the rut and would go to great lengths to get what he desired even if it had been an interloper. The sight of the older Daly brothers made Casey uncomfortable as he bared his fangs and snarled upon arriving to see them attempt to attack a very distracted and lust-crazed Rick while he'd been naked and pumping his cock in and out of the moaning
Chapter 105: The Impulse Of Primal Demand The Deep Woods, Fallon Creek, Michigan... A hiss escaped Alarick Michael Channon's harsh upturned lips as he found himself driven by the instinct of domination to plunge his massive cock deep within the confines of the tight hot depths of the apparently submissive interloper's hidden sex. Their bodies had been glistening via sweat in the wake of their initial encounter and Rick had been prone to near-on madness from the very scent of the heat coming from the smaller blond. The effects had been astounding, to say the least despite The older Daly brothers finding themselves beaten to a pulp by the domineering brute they had attempted to ambush, Maddox didn't seem to care about them as his mind and body had only craved the cock of an alpha during his unbearable heat. The distinct echo of flesh slapping against flesh filled the darkened woods as Rick Channon's primal urges continued to get the better of him. Maddox hissed as he felt Rick pu
Chapter 106: Like Putty In His Hands The Kitchen, The Peterson Residence, Fallon Creek, Michigan... The walk back from the woods had been a silent one, as Casey and Rick filed back into the house by way of the kitchen. The younger lad had still been fuming that his lover had taken the young interloper and placed himself in very real danger in the process. Rick had been rather casual about the event, not even mentioning how he'd let his massive cock get the better of his senses, and simply moved toward the fridge where he'd taken out the container of juice and began drinking right from the source. He, like Casey, had still been naked from their earlier exploits and didn't seem at all bothered by it. Casey glared at him for drinking out of the entire juice container despite still being upset about his lack of self-control when it came to his beastly urges. "You could have gotten us both killed!" he said angrily breaking the silence that had fallen between them since leaving the w
Chapter 107: The Reinforcement Of A Claim The Kitchen, The Peterson Residence, Fallon Creek, Michigan... Sounds of scuffling filled the kitchen as Casey Peterson once more found himself whimpering and snarling in the wake of his brazen lover Rick Channon, having his fill of the younger lad's heat-stricken body. Casey whimpered some as Rick's sharp teeth grazed the flesh of his neck marking him yet again in the same location as so many times before. The rich intoxicating aroma that filled the younger lad's flaring nostrils seemed to take him out of it, further increasing his desire for his mate as they remained intertwined. A hiss escaped the pursed lips of Rick Channon as he thrust his hips slowly in between the slender pale thighs of his younger mate while Casey gripped him tighter. The younger lad closed his eyes reveling in the sensation of having his hidden sex pummeled but the angle and the rapid pace of his lover's thrusts had ensured the two of them ended up tumbling onto
Chapter 108: Thoughts And Insecurities The Kitchen, The Peterson Residence, Fallon Creek, Michigan... Panting and slick with sweat from head to toe, both Rick Channon and Casey Peterson found themselves staring up at the ceiling as Rick rolled onto his back beside the younger lad trying to catch his breath in the wake of their actions since finally returning to Casey's home after Rick's journey in the woods. Casey took a few moments to bask in the afterglow of their coupling as he turned his attention back to Rick. The arrogant werewolf had changed his life for the better since meeting him but the latest of his rather odd empathetic visions had been something that he couldn't quite let go of. The seemingly impending doom that awaited them from his previous series of visions had not been present and his mind had come to the conclusion that he'd been once more privy to something from Rick's past while they'd been joined. Rick closed his eyes as he took in long slow breaths, his s
Chapter 109: Skyrocketing Stardom Amid Uncertain Chaos Ridgecrest High School, Fallon Creek, Michigan... Since the incident with the Daly brothers, Rick had calmed down a lot as the rut finally seemed to pass and he'd once more been focused on his studies and basketball of course. He'd been such a slave driver in terms of attempting to whip the team into shape, that Casey began to prefer when he'd been driven by his wolfish hormones instead of his need for victory. Coach Bert had been no better at adhering to Rick's rigorous training schedule and forcing it onto the rest of the team. Rachel had words for Rick more often than not about her sink and him skipping out on her following their party, Rick largely ignored her and turned his attention back to practice. Courtney had not been angry with Casey, finding any chance she could to jump his bones when Rick or the coach had been otherwise preoccupied despite his training regiment intensifying as well. Casey had doubled over near
Chapter 110: Something Of A Warning The Deep Woods, Fallon Creek, Michigan... Casey Allen Peterson felt like little more than a fool as he moved about the deep woods in search of the place he'd once found Rick caged by the bastard that had sired them both in the ways of the beast blood. He had not known why he'd been out in the dark looking for an old bastard he'd sooner do without seeing or speaking to but instinct had driven him to seek out the answers to his constant internal questions. He had been having strange visions ever since he'd been infected by the oversized brute and he had been unable to make sense of them ever since. Rick had not been much help despite his on-the-fly learning experiences since becoming infected himself, he next to nothing about the mysticism aspect of what it meant to be a werewolf. He had not liked the idea of having to venture into the deep woods, but he needed the answers to the questions that were plaguing him so much since he'd become moonbor