. Rise Of The Bullied Lycan.Chapter 20: sliver of fear .Blood. Rich, thick, seeping through the fur of Raze’s thick black coat. Ford stayed quiet. The Lycan’s face was buried in the chest cavity of a male passerby and by the clothes Ford could only assume he was out for his morning run. The later time switch made Ford nervous. 4:30 was pushing it. Raze’s eye’s were closed, teeth snapping and braking through three ribs as his face became layered in the red fluid. It was all Ford could smell. Ford himself kept on high alert, ears peaked, wanting to be aware of their surroundings as Raze fed.There was a soft breeze, enough to pick up stray leaves but too subtle to break them from branches. signs of small wildlife were naught, creatures as such vacating the area on Razes arrival. Horns and city life could certainly be heard but it wasn’t what Ford was listening for. It was something else.Upon further thought Ford had come across something that hadn’t entirely made sense. At th
Rise Of The Bullied Lycan.Chapter 21: beneath the mask .The news was buzzing. He was able to keep from getting caught the last time Raze had fed but Ford didn't want to keep doing this. He knew Dallas was getting suspicious. He seemed suspicious himself. But the alpha's actions spoke differently and the omega noticed it almost immediately, so much so that he felt stupid when he assumed Dallas had been threatening him. Time kept passing and everyday the alpha would do something that surprised the smaller, yet his face would be blank and his tone brazen. He held Ford close in the hallways at school, grabbed his ass in public and made dirty jokes about him to his friends right in front of him, yet none of them seemed surprised. And why was that? Ford’s mind flickered to the time when Dallas said, "No one touches what's mine." or something like that. This feeling.. this...was this what his mom had told him mate's were supposed to feel like?He would peer up into Dallas’s dark eye'
Rise Of The Bullied Lycan.Chapter 22: killer by proxy .Dallas licked at his mating gland making Ford buck his hips, "You don't know do you? You'll always be kind of dumb and naive i guess." He kissed at the smaller's jawline, "I was born," he kissed his cheek, "And bred," he kissed the corner of Ford’s lip's, "To kill hybrid's like you." The hand on his chest moved, thumb grazing over his nipple as Dallas’s palm made it's way to his waist so he could lean in more. "But you've made it so fucking difficult for me, you know that?"The smaller tried to concentrate on the alpha's words but it was becoming too hard. The touches of his mate always made his mind hazy."Hybrid's like you aren't meant to exist. That's what my great-grandfather said to yours before he murdered him. You wouldn't know anything about that would you? No... i wouldn't imagine your grandfather mentioning it, considering my own father killed him. Let me guess... your parents didn't mention why you only know your m
.Rise Of The Bullied Lycan.Chapter 23: a rut .Waking up to your mate’s body flush against yours has got to be on Dallas’s list of top ten favourite experiences. Ford’s frame is smaller than his own, always fitting into Dallas like it’s the only place he could possibly belong. But even higher up on Dallas’s list is that he loves fucking Ford awake. Loves how Ford falls apart quickly, easily, how Dallas doesn’t have to work past his stubbornness.Lying in the sunlight cascading into their room, Dallas pulls Ford closer, hand smoothing down his side until it settles on the jut of his hip, marveling at the softness of his skin. Ford curls into him, back pressing into Dallas’s chest and Dallas can’t help but lean in closer, kissing the back of Ford’s neck, right above his mole. One kiss turns into two, into three, Dallas’s mouth working its way down the ridges of Ford’s spine until the angle is too awkward to keep going.He switches track, teeth biting gently into the juncture betwe
Rise Of The Bullied Lycan.Chapter 24: burning, simmering .Dallas knows he’s being difficult, pressed up against Ford’s back as they make their way down the aisle, but he can’t seem to stop himself, hands seeking to touch, body yearning for Ford’s. There’s this itch under his skin, the air conditioned store suddenly too warm.“How, exactly, do you expect me to do the grocery shopping with you clinging to me like a koala bear?” Ford huffs, irritated. He pushes back against Dallas, glares when Dallas doesn’t even budge, and Dallas doesn’t blame him, knows Ford probably thinks he’s just trying to tease him. He’s not, mind hazy, narrowing in on just Ford’s scent and how small and compact he feels flush against Dallas.Dallas noses along the back of Ford’s neck, breath puffing against his skin and Ford shivers despite himself, scowl something ferocious as he spins around in Dallas’s hold. “We’re at a grocery store!”“I know,” Dallas grins lazily, peeling himself away from Ford, just a
.Rise Of The Bullied Lycan.Chapter 25: desires .The elevator doors ding open, and Ford waits as a family walks out. Dallas can smell them, but doesn’t care to look, his mind refusing to focus on anything except Ford Ford Ford. The thought is followed by a resurgence of desire, Dallas’s grip around Ford’s waist tightening. Somehow Ford maneuvers them into the elevator, twisting around in Dallas’s hold once they’re inside to hit the button to their floor, head resting on Dallas’s chest. He kisses Dallas’s mark, hand cupping Dallas’s neck, sliding down Dallas’s chest. He can’t help rolling his hips up, rutting against Ford’s thigh.“Hmm,” he breathes, head tilting back to give Ford an easier angle, mouth sucking against the skin of Dallas’s neck. Ford’s distracted, grinding against Dallas, hips stuttering as Dallas palms at Ford’s ass, unhurried for the first time. And it’s not that he doesn’t want to pin Ford against the elevator wall and fuck him into oblivion but that he has t
.Rise Of The Bullied Lycan.Chapter 26: things never change .Their bed’s neatly made, Dallas’s doing, but as Dallas pulls out of Ford to drop him onto the mattress, he knows they’ll be throwing their sheets straight into the garbage once he’s done with Ford. Dallas makes easy work of his jeans, stepping out of his Timbs, before he climbs up and on after Ford, kisses Ford’s thigh, sucking a hickey there before pushing his legs apart. Ford’s hole clenches, so pretty and ready for Dallas’s cock. Lining himself back up, Dallas slides right back in, Ford’s entrance easy and wet, watches Ford’s kiss swollen mouth fall open, eyes squeezing shut. He’s so pretty when he gets fucked, so eager.Sweat drips down Dallas’s back, hips rolling forward into Ford, and the pace has to be fast, has to be brutal, nothing else feels satisfying enough. The need burns under his skin, Ford’s tight heat sucking in his cock, ready for him. He wants to defile him, fuck him full of so much cum, his belly sw
Rise Of The Bullied Lycan.Chapter 27: 3D .“D-Dallas,” Ford whines pitifully, pressed into the mattress. Dallas’s paused long enough to catch his breath, head resting against Ford’s shoulder, his scent keeping Dallas steady. He reeks of Dallas now, the thought curling possessively around him.“Yeah?” Dallas mumbles, winces when Ford’s ass clenches around his cock, already hardening inside of Ford.“Hurts,” Ford manages, and Dallas knows what he means, needs to get off of him, needs to pull out. Willing himself to move, he slides out of Ford slowly, cum pooling out of him and he knows from Ford’s pained groans that his ass is too raw for another go. He rolls Ford over, hands running up Dallas’s small frame, straddling him. Ford’s mouth is swollen, lips puffy and pink and Dallas leans down to suck Ford’s bottom lip into his mouth, listening to his whine. It’s less a kiss and more of Dallas licking into Ford’s mouth, sucking on Ford’s tongue.Shuffling up, Dallas lines his cock up