cheeks and inserted two fingers. The sudden, sharp penetration made Kevin yelp and bite his bottom lip,

his suddenly sharp canine teeth pricking his own flesh. The taste of his own blood in his mouth made him

hungry, made him want more. He whimpered and writhed as Rory pumped his fingers in and out of his

rectum while suckling his rod deep down his throat.

The others were watching them, Roman included, but it made no difference to Kevin. He could feel the

wolf inside wanting off its leash. “Inside me,” he told Jonah in a hoarse voice that sounded more like an

animal trying to speak. His fingernails were suddenly long and sharp, clicking impatiently against the

ceramic tiles on the edge of the club. “I want you inside me.”

Jonah got down on his knees and started licking him up and down. He licked over Kevin’s balls and

perineum and asshole. He poked his tongue inside, lapping until Kevin growled deep in his chest, bucked

his hips so his cock bumped Rory’s tonsils. Rory gave a satisfied growl and the vibration stiffened

Kevin’s back and made him moan with pleasure. He scraped his claws along the ceramic tile while his

body fought against his orgasm, wanting this bliss to last as long as it could. Finally, Jonah hugged his

hips, sought and found the proper angle, and tentatively started entering his slick, eager hole.

Kevin grunted with the heavenly sensation of being fucked front and back. It was almost like Rory and

Jonah were touching each other through the wall of his body. “Harder,” he growled, and Jonah obliged

and started pounding him, forcing his hips forward with each impact, which drove his cock further down

Rory’s throat. Rory stroked his own hard-on, sucked and spun his tongue around Kevin’s stiff shaft,

applying just a hint of razor-sharp teeth. Kevin panted, whined, thrust between his two lovers. He could

feel his orgasm slowly but steadily building again at his spine and spiraling out.

And enthusiastic Jonah came quickly, shivering and pumping his load deep inside Kevin’s body. Kevin

followed immediately after, thrusting and jetting down Rory’s throat. Rory came last, drenching the front

of Kevin’s body with his pearly come. Afterward, Rory and Jonah licked him clean of spend while Kevin

panted and trembled at the edge of the hot tub.

“I want a go at him.”

Kevin, gasping from exhaustion, looked up, and found himself staring at a naked Fenrir looming over him

like some big, blond, warrior Viking. Tribal tattoos encircled both huge biceps, and he wore military dog

tags around his thick neck. His balls were huge and heavy, almost as big as Roman’s, and his cock stiff

and weeping. Fenrir’s icy gaze met Kevin’s as he smirked a challenge. “Unless our new Pedigree is all

done for the night, of course.”

Kevin’s first instinct was to tell Fenrir to fuck off, but he knew if he did that, Fenrir would know he’d

gotten to him. Kevin smirked back. “Sure. Why not? But I want to top you.”

He expected Fenrir to back down, but Fenrir’s smirk only grew an inch. “I wouldn’t have it any other

way, Pedigree.”

Kevin crawled, dripping wet, from the hot tub, pulling Fenrir down to the floor with him. Before Fenrir

could say anything, Kevin crawled atop him, pinning the other werewolf under his weight, their body and

balls pressed tight together. Soon they were face to face. Fenrir’s silvery eyes bored into him, challenging

him. He was bigger than Kevin, but, as a beta, not more powerful, at least according to Roman. Kevin

wasn’t sure if he believed that and felt some of his courage wither now that they were this close.

Fenrir reached up with a meaty paw and clamped it around the side of Kevin’s neck. His muscles

twitched and the power in his hand told Kevin he could easily break his neck with a single twist. Kevin

expected to feel worried, but instead the thought excited him, made his balls heavy with need. Fenrir

dragged him down for a hard, bruising kiss that left Kevin’s lips tingling. Kevin shivered at the inherent

danger in being so close to Fenrir and kissed him in return. He kissed his lips and down his throat, over

the curve of his Adam’s apple. The dog tags jingled between them as Kevin mouthed the arch in Fenrir’s

throat.

“Army?” Kevin breathed between gentle bites.

“Navy Seals.”

Shit.

Fenrir’s grip on him increased, his fingers denting the side of Kevin’s neck. For a moment, Kevin couldn’t

breathe. “Ride me hard, Pedigree,” he growled. “Show me what you’re made of…if anything.”

Kevin growled and inclined his head. He licked, then bit the side of Fenrir’s neck hard, harder than he

ever would have another lover, but Fenrir only groaned a response, dragging the long nails of his other

hand down Kevin’s back and buttocks.

The pain and pleasure mixed into a potent cocktail. Kevin forced Fenrir’s legs apart, braced himself

above Fenrir’s body, and started rubbing his swollen cock against his enemy’s balls.

Fenrir grunted as Kevin’s cock slapped the inside of his thighs, splattering him with precum. “You’re big,

Pedigree. Almost as big as Roman. But are you strong?”

Kevin picked up immediately on the implied insult. “Stronger than you think.” Surprisingly, he could feel

the man’s cock stiffening between them with each bite. Instead of subduing Fenrir, it was arousing him

further. Fenrir clutched his ass, his nails digging all the way in. The pain made Kevin mean. Almost

frenzied with the need to dominate this man, Kevin started thumping Fenrir’s hole.

Fenrir laughed at his enthusiasm. “Still a pup,” he said and lifted his hips a few inches so Kevin could

ram his cock home more easily. Fenrir growled deep in his chest, his whole body vibrating with

satisfaction.

It only made Kevin angrier. He felt himself shift partway between man and animal. Thick, reddish fur

sprouted down his arms and across his chest, his jaws lengthened into a slavering muzzle full of teeth, and

his claws curved into thick black scythes that screeked across the hardwood floor. His cock and balls

grew bigger and tighter still so that Fenrir grunted with pain but didn’t push him off, which was wise,

since Kevin was buried to the balls inside Fenrir’s body. Kevin drooled saliva down over his enemy’s

face. He snapped his teeth inches from Fenrir’s nose.

Fenrir smiled darkly, unimpressed by Kevin’s display. His fingers dug into the plush fur of Kevin’s ass,

holding him tight inside his body. “Jesus, that’s sweet,” he said in a rattling growl.

Snarling, Kevin braced his hind legs against the tiles, lifted his tail high, and started pounding his ass,

riding the man harder and rougher than he ever would another lover. The wolf was fierce and hungry, hard

to control tonight. Fenrir had brought the worst out in him. Yet Fenrir took his fucking without complaint

—with pleasure, even. He dug his claws into Kevin’s ass, whispered, “Harder, pup” in his ear.

Kevin pumped his dick in and out, his balls cracking against Fenrir’s ass like the sound of a spanking. He