is this .. allowed?

Rise of the Bullied Lycan

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Chapter 6: is this .. allowed?

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Dallas stares at him for a moment. He could feel it, see it past his sopping locks.

Dallas wasn’t wearing a shirt. He saw movement but turned his head away moving his body with him. He didn’t want to face the other.

Dallas was going to kill him, going to tear into him with those sharp claws and look down at his lifeless body with his obsidian eye’s. Ford knew. Ford accepted such a fate, one he couldn’t change.

Out of his control, his hole leaked more, face flushing deeper out of impulse. But now, Dallas couldn’t see his face, he could see his back, his supple cheeks and more importantly his wanting hole.

Ford hated how much his body wanted the younger, how much he wanted the younger even though Dallas was something he feared the most.

Ford heard footsteps behind him, soft and calculated before the curtain closes behind him, “You’re right,” he heard Dallas call out, “Just some horny bitch. I’ll take him myself.” Then another bout of laughter ringed out.

Shower’s turned on around them, lockers were banging about and the door was opening and closing signaling some people leaving.

Ford’s body tingled with anticipation, knee’s wanting to rattle but he stood as firm as possible. He could sense Dallas’s proximity.  The alpha came to a halt just behind him and Ford was standing just under the water enough that it blocked having to see anything.

Dallas’s pheromones, his scent, it was just enough, and Ford thought that he was fucked before. But now? Now the alpha was expelling his pheromones on purpose, using his alpha sub-gender to rear Ford helpless. As if he weren’t helpless beforehand.

A clawed hand wrapped itself around the back of his throat. The hand felt cold.

Strong fingers pulled on him, yanking his head out from under the water, his gland exposed with the claw of the younger’s thumb pressed against it.

Dallas growled behind him, leaning forward he whispered, “Are you fucking stupid?”

Ford could’ve said something, but he didn’t want to, didn’t have the gull to get away with something like that.

Why wasn’t Raze saying anything? Ford was in danger, right? Where was his Lycan’s words of encouragement at the moment? Ford has never felt so exposed in all his life.

Dallas had him firmly by the throat so his back was arched, feet still planted and his head was tipped back. His ass was most likely on display now. “Why are you even here? You fucking stink. Don’t you have a dorm of your own?”

Ford’s voice strained, “y-yes” he squeaked.  

“Than why aren’t you fucking there, huh?”

At this point the alpha was pretty much sneering. But the omega could only focus on the fact that Dallas’s scent was rolling at him in waves, thick and potent, and the older went limp for a moment. Dazed by the tsunami of pheromones being washed toward him like a  defenseless ship on the verge of sinking.

“M-my roommate i-is sleeping with s-someone.” His words were light. He didn’t want to speak louder than the extraneous sounds around them. 

Dallas made a sound of disapproval “tch,”.

At that moment, Ford couldn’t hold it anymore, a new wash of slick ran itself down between his legs. The lifting steam carried the scent and Ford noticed the stiffness in the other. Without warning, Dallas swung the smaller over and pressed him against the stall wall. It was loud, reverberating through out the room and it automatically became much more quiet.

“Get out!” The alpha yelled, loud, intense, demandful to the others in the room. “Gonna teach this bitch a lesson,”

Dallas pressed in, lips near Ford’s cheek, “if you wanna be such a fucking slut I’m going to treat you like one.”

Showers ended instantly, locks of lockers were clicked, they were barely in their 5 minutes and forced to leave. Dallas had that effect, Ford, for a moment realized he wasn’t the only one to fall victim. But the withering thought was just that, gone before anything good could become of it.

There was no hope.

It was silent around them now. The only noise’s audible were their shower, the alpha’s enraged breathing and the continuous symphony of Ford’s heartbeat against his chest cavity.  The taller forced his cheek flat to the concrete making the smaller able to look over his shoulder.

Dallas was naked, toned body glistening, muscles contracting every time he moved.

He was hard, cock standing to life and Ford didn’t think he’d ever seen anything like it. He swooned, a moan slipping from his lips, one he didn’t try to hide.

The taller looked so fucking good and Ford’s body was screaming at him to submit, to rollover on his back like a good omega, spread his legs like the ‘whore’ he is. Ford arched his back again, subconsciously sticking his ass out to Dallas like he’s ready to be fucked.

But frankly, Ford’s body was, but mentally the smaller probably couldn’t be found.

His small hand’s were on the wall keeping him steady.

His eye’s half-lidded, were starring back at the other as best he could, and if they weren’t in a shower then the drool would’ve been noticeable.

Ford though, wasn’t immediately expecting for Dallas to go straight for his ass, the hand grasping the flesh to pull at a  cheek to look at what he was working with, “God, you’re sloppy.”

The second a finger pressed against his hole, a sudden shock of fear ripped through him because his fucking claws- oh... but he couldn’t feel them.

Could Dallas retract them? The answer came soon as he felt the finger circle his tight ring, one pressed in and then a second right after. “Two finger’s on the first try? What, do you sit on a dildo all day to stay loose?”

Ford moaned in response, eye’s rolling back at the intrusion, but wanted nonetheless.

You are being penetrated.

Raze, always at the worst of times. But the unneeded information took no heed because Dallas stuck a third finger in. “I don’t even think you needed prepped. And a Virgin! Ha!”

It was mocking.

Pleasure tore through his body faster than it ever had, thick fingers exploring his soaking cavern like they were on an exposition and twisting and turning like they were working to give Ford life.

His cock leaked at the feeling. It was a pleasure he’d never experienced before and he was slightly reluctant that it was with Dallas, not because of the other but because it was not on Ford’s preferred terms.

He watched as Dallas pulled his finger’s out, feeling empty and needy, he whined. His voice cracked but the omega didn’t care. Dallas brought the finger’s to his mouth, black eye’s locking with his as he licked them clean. A thrumming growl vibrated from the back of the alpha’s throat.

He is pleased. He will not hurt you.

“W-wha-?” Ford breathed, not loud enough to even be considered spoken.

The alpha removed his hand from Ford’s face and slide it down the curve of his back and feeling the smooth supple flesh.

His hand could cover the expanse of his whole lower back and Ford keened.

Dallas was just so big. He watched the other carefully, skin sensitive and leg’s wanting to give out at the sheer oversensitivity.

The taller bit his lip as his other hand reached his ass, pulling the other cheek out and Dallas just stared, “So fucking pink.”

“Nngh.. D-Dallas..” He whimpered. He had tears in his eye’s now. It was all too much.

He could feel his hole squeeze around nothing, utter desperation flushed over him.

Ford peered at the other pleadingly.

“You think you deserve my cock? You think you’re actually gonna get it?” He asked, more so not to be answered and Ford whined again, tears threatening to burst.

He looked a mess. The steam wasn't helping the situation, causing his body to heat like a raging volcano.

“You’re always such a fucking crybaby. Why do you whine so fucking much?” He yanked on Ford’s hair to grasp more of his attention, anger again bubbled from the alpha. “All you fucking do is cry all the time! What’s it gonna fucking take to make you shut the fuck up, huh?!” The alpha’s pheromones we’re wild at this point

He will take your innocence. 

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TBC