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Liam wakes up to slick heat between his clenching thighs and the shrill beep of his alarm. His back-up alarm, he realizes, groaning and rolling over the side of his mattress to hit the floor with a thump.
It’s not a long drop. He hasn’t bought a bed frame yet, most of his possessions still in the moving boxes he’d unloaded from the van two weeks ago. He’s only unpacked what he needs to make basic meals and get himself presentable for work.
Work that he’s already close to being late for. He wishes he could stay in bed a little longer, sneak a hand between his thighs, luxuriate in the shivers of arousal his dream has left him with. He forces himself to his feet instead. If he loses this job he loses his residency permit, and Mountainview Keep is a lot safer than most of the other human settlements on the west coast. Liam spent four years at university preparing for a boring but stable career in supply and logistics management specifically so he’ll never have to go back home to live with his parents. While he was growing up, he’d been exempt from paying blood tithes as a minor, but if he goes back now he’ll be paying dues like everyone else. He’s seen firsthand how exhausted that left his parents and teachers. Everyone knows the vampire-run settlements suck the most, and not just figuratively.
Liam swipes his sleep shorts through the dampness between his legs, cleaning himself up as best he can before he switches to a clean pair of briefs, then hops into his slacks while messily brushing his teeth with his other hand. It’ll be close, but he’ll make it. He’s not going to be late.
He’s late. It’s not his fault, though, not with the full sidewalks slowing him down. People are crowded into the streets near his building and talking excitedly. Liam’s too aware of the clock to pay much attention.
He slips into the lobby just a few minutes past nine, jogs up the steps as fast as he can without getting noticeably out of breath, and is relieved to see his coworkers all clustered by the windows when he gets to his floor, not paying him any attention. He quietly drops his messenger bag at his cubicle and boots up his computer before wandering over to join the others.
“What’s going on?”
“There’s a hunt,” Trisha says, bouncing on her toes. She’s almost as new as he is, but she’s working in marketing, so he hasn’t seen her outside of new employee trainings. “See the van parked in the square?”
She points at a black SUV with a large pack crest painted in white across the doors. There’s a woman leaning against the side and looking at her phone, ignoring the crowd of people all around. All of them are a healthy distance away. Liam remembers how strongly the residency briefings had stressed that you do not touch pack property without permission, or approach a pack member without cause. He isn’t surprised nobody’s risking getting within arm’s length of the woman or the SUV.
Liam leans against the glass, Diego shifting to the left to make room. “Is she a werewolf?”
Diego shakes his head. “See her collar?”
Liam looks closer and spots it, a thin brown circlet around her neck with a flash of metal at the front. “Oh, wow. So she’s human?”
Diego shrugs. “Could be. She’s not a wolf, though. You’ll know a wolf when you see one.”
“How?”
“That’s a wolf,” Diego says, as the noise of the crowd rises and falls immediately, people going silent as three figures emerge from a building across the square. Another woman, this one tall and broad enough that Liam feels a stab of envy over the breadth of her shoulders, is dragging a handcuffed man who’s clearly talking fast.
The man is flanked on his other side by someone who can only be a werewolf. He’s completely naked and obviously comfortable that way, with his arms loose at his sides and his posture tall and relaxed. Liam’s eyes widen as he catches a glimpse of the wolf’s thick cock nestled against a thatch of dark hair between thighs thick as tree trunks. The sketchy forums he’d found himself on while researching what life was like in werewolf-run settlements were not exaggerating about werewolf proportions. So that was. Good to know.
Liam feels a little pulse of heat between his legs and bites his lip, wishing again that he had time to take care of his arousal that morning. Now is not the time.
The handcuffed man balks at seeing the van, trying to twist out of the woman’s grip. The werewolf reaches over and scruffs him, lifting him casually off his feet and shaking him a little before dropping him. The man falls to his knees, visibly panting, and doesn’t resist again when the woman pulls him back up to his feet and marches him towards the van. The two women load him into the back, closing the doors firmly behind.
“What are they doing?” Liam asks.
“Making an arrest, looks like,” Diego says, unconcerned. “We don’t get much crime here, but sometimes people lose their tempers, or get too drunk to remember what’s coming in the morning if they push their luck. And some people are just plain stupid enough to think they won’t get caught. Usually the sheriff can talk people down, but if it comes down to an arrest, the pack likes to get involved.”
The werewolf scans the crowd, head tilted back, like he’s searching for something. The background noise drops even more, and the clear space around the van widens by several yards as people back up. Liam watches curiously. In his hometown, if you ever saw a vampire outside of a feeding den you went to one knee and bowed your head and prayed they wouldn’t stop for a snack, but sightings were rare. Most people weren’t stupid enough to hang around outside after dark. Based on his research, werewolves are a lot more integrated with their human populations. They help human law enforcement and emergency services, pitch in at harvest time, track down loose livestock, and even take human pack members to live on their own territory. It’s illuminating to watch the humans of Mountainview treat a werewolf like a slightly scary celebrity.
A third, light-haired man strolls out of the building the werewolf just came out of, tucking some papers away into a briefcase before walking right up to the werewolf and leaning on his shoulder. The werewolf doesn’t pay him any mind, still tilting his head back, now with his eyes half closed. Sniffing the air?
“Jesus,” Liam mutters, a little shocked at how casual the man is being. Probably human, and he’s hanging off a werewolf’s arm like it’s no big deal. “If you tried that where I grew up you’d get your arm ripped off.”
Trisha laughs, even though Liam really isn’t joking. Diego just claps him on the shoulder.
“Culture shock, eh? You’ll get used to it. Just keep your head down and you’ve got nothing to worry about. We’ve got a good pack here, not like those sorry bastards over in Bolthaven.”
Liam nods seriously, acting like this is valuable wisdom. When he’d done his research, Bolthaven and its pack seemed nearly identical to Mountainview Keep, but he wouldn’t dare say that to a local.
The werewolf and the man with the briefcase walk to the near side of the square and out of sight behind a neighboring building, the crowd scattering out of their way as the werewolf takes unhurried strides forward. Trisha sighs with disappointment before they all go back to their desks.
Liam scans over his email to make sure there’s nothing urgent, then heads to the breakroom. He left in too much of a rush to eat breakfast, but he can at least make coffee, and then sneak down to the cafeteria in an hour for a snack. He’s spooning coffee grounds into the filter when the back of his neck prickles.
The floor has gone totally silent. He puts the container of coffee down as quietly as he can, his heart rate starting to climb. The whole office building is warded, he’s seen the sigils on the doors and windows, so nothing should be inside. It’s nine in the morning. And there was a werewolf right outside a minute ago, wouldn’t he take care of any problems?
Liam eases into the hallway, looking out at the row of cubicles and the humans standing frozen inside them. Trisha has her phone half raised to her ear, wide eyes fixed on the elevator.
Oh, Liam realizes, sure his eyes are just as wide as he stares at the naked figure standing in front of the elevator doors. It’s not an intruder. It’s the werewolf, the human with the briefcase a couple steps behind him.
The werewolf’s nostrils flare as he takes in the room. His thick, heavy cock twitches as the werewolf breathes in.
Then his eyes lock directly onto Liam. Liam’s ears start to ring as the blood drains from his face.
There’s no way they’re there to arrest him, he hasn’t done anything illegal, and that’s the whole point of werewolves working with human authorities, so that the wrong people don’t get arrested. Werewolves can smell lies. Liam grips the door frame behind him and tries to stay calm. If they’re tracking scents from a crime scene, maybe he just passed by it or something and they need to rule him out, and this is just a routine check.
His coworkers edge away slowly, backing away to the edges of the room as the werewolf advances and it becomes clear he’s fixated on Liam.
“Hey there,” the human says, cheerful and very loud compared to the silent crowd. “Don’t worry, you’re not in trouble. What’s your name?”
Liam has to swallow twice before he can answer. The werewolf is standing right in front of him, leaning forward a little and eyeing him head to toe. For a second Liam is distracted wishing he hadn’t worn his bat-printed tie, a going away present from his cousin, so he could make a more formal first impression. “Liam. Liam Jones.”
The human man shoulders the werewolf aside, earning him a little growl that makes Liam shiver, and steers Liam back into the break room, walking him backwards when Liam can’t make himself turn his back on the werewolf. The man is wearing jeans and a t-shirt with the neck cut down to his collar bones to display a black lace choker with a regional clan token hanging as a pendant, so he must be a pack human.
“You know about claim rights?” the man says. The werewolf keeps walking when Liam stops, backing him right up against the counter and boxing him in with his hairy, muscular arms, and the penny finally drops. Liam clutches the counter with both hands and hopes he doesn’t embarrass himself by passing out.
“Yeah.”
“Oh, good, that makes this easier. You’d be amazed how many people don’t even read their residency contracts before signing.”
“I read it,” Liam says faintly. When the pack is called in to help with a human matter - like making an arrest, his treacherous thoughts remind him - they have the right to claim a favor in exchange, from any legal resident. A resident like Liam.
There was a table of what kinds of favors were legal, with more in-depth explanations for each line later in the packet. Liam had read the table carefully and flipped through the rest, enough to have a good idea which kind of favor the werewolf is calling in. The way the werewolf takes hold of his hips, his thumbs dragging under Liam’s waistband, is a pretty big hint. His body is radiating heat that Liam can feel through his clothes.
“Great!” the man says. “The hunt’s over, and Bryce here has picked you to be his claiming prize, you lucky boy. You don’t have to worry about a thing. Just relax and enjoy while we get you ready.”
“Okay,” Liam squeaks, as Bryce leans in and noses the sides of his throat. He snuffles over the sensitive skin. Liam’s heart starts beating double time again, the shock of being chosen like this fading as the reality of what it means sets in. He’s going to - right in the break room. People eat in here! His coworkers are still right outside, just beyond the door the other human casually kicks shut while Bryce starts tugging on his pants.
“Off,” Bryce growls, and Liam tries to undo his button and fly with shaking fingers. The werewolf doesn’t push his hands away to do it himself, too busy pawing at Liam’s hips and ass. Finally Liam gets his pants open enough for Bryce to pull them down by the belt loops until they drop to his ankles. Liam barely has time to kick his shoes off before Bryce shoves a bare thigh speckled wth dark hair between Liam’s legs and drags him forward along it. Liam makes an embarrassingly breathy noise as he’s forced to grind against the werewolf, heat flashing through him as his cunt presses against firm muscle with only the thin fabric of his briefs as a barrier.
Behind them, the man opens his briefcase on the counter, pushing the coffee filter basket to the side, and pulls out a small bottle. “Don’t forget the lube.”
"Don't need it," the werewolf says, hooking his fingers in the waistband of Liam’s briefs and shredding the fabric with claws that appear out of fucking nowhere. Liam stares at the scraps of cotton falling around his ankles and can’t tell if he’s more terrified or turned on. "He's already wet."
And then, to Liam's mortification, the werewolf hikes his leg up so the other human can see how wet he is. He makes an incoherent noise of protest as the man leans in to look.
"Shit, he really is. Got a werewolf kink, kid?"
"He was wet before. Could smell him in the street, all the way to his building."
"You wake up that way, sweetheart?” the man coos. “Did you have a naughty dream?"
Liam covers his face with his hands instead of answering. His face is burning hot against his palms.
"Don’t be an asshole," Bryce says. "Go watch the door."
"Fine, fine, keep him all to yourself. Ease him into it, yeah? He seems high strung."
Bryce growls again, making Liam jump, but the other human just laughs. He hears the break room door click shut as the other man leaves. Bryce is still holding his knees, standing in between his splayed legs while Liam presses against the edge of the counter, the werewolf’s hands so much hotter than the laminate under his ass.
"Tell me about your dream."
Werewolves know if you lie. Liam swallows hard. "I was being chased. Through an old house. It was like a maze."
"Chased by what?"
"A monster." More shadow than anything else, movement out of the corner of his eye, a disembodied laugh in the dark. He’d known even as he was running that it could pounce on him whenever it wanted. It was just toying with him, enjoying the chase. Knowing that had made his head swim and his cunt throb.
"It catch you?"
"Yeah," Liam breathes. The werewolf's hands are moving up his legs, big fingers gripping at his thighs like they’re checking how much meat he has on his bones.
"Touch you like this?"
"On - on my belly. Not tight," he says, when the werewolf's hands move to his waist and press in. "Just touching."
"You hold still for it like this?"
Liam nods, his veins burning with cold adrenaline. "It had talons. I was scared I’d get cut if I moved. Oh fuck," he says, when the werewolf's claws extend and drag gently, so lightly they barely dent the skin, over the sensitive flesh under his belly button. Werewolves aren’t supposed to hurt residents, they aren’t allowed, not even for claiming rights, but Liam’s having a hard time trusting in a flimsy paper residency contract with two hundred pounds of apex predator pinning him down and touching him where he’s vulnerable. "Please don't."
"Won't hurt you," Bryce rumbles, his claws retracting. "Just getting you warmed up. You feel that?"
The werewolf slides one big thumb down between his legs, where new slick is spilling out of him. Liam turns his head to the side, the red in his face washing down to his collarbones, and Bryce puts his nose in his neck again.
"Getting yourself ready.” Bryce sounds pleased. Liam jumps at the feel of a hot tongue sliding against his jugular. "So wet, so still, heart beating so fast. Such a good boy."
Liam whimpers as the thumb rubs at the seam of his cunt. He squirms instinctively but the counter is right behind him, a hard line against his bare ass, and Bryce’s hand at his hip keeps him from rocking forward. He’s pinned in place while Bryce teases him, feeling his rapid pulse in his lips and his fingertips and right where Bryce is touching him, dipping between Liam’s soaked folds.
“I caught three people today,” Bryce says, and bites down. Liam jumps before he registers how light the bite is, enough to turn the skin red but not enough to bruise. “Three, including you. You’re my favorite.”
“Yeah?” Liam asks, shaky.
The werewolf hums an affirmative and slides a thumb inside of him, burying it to the hilt. Liam can’t help how his hole contracts around the digit, clenching down. Finally he’s getting something where he needs it. He’s too turned on to think, but he knows he wants to keep Bryce happy with him. To keep being Bryce’s favorite catch.
“Smell so fucking good.” The thumb pulls back and fingers replace it, prying him open. Bryce gives him three at once but barely dips them in, stretching just to the point where it stings and throbs without really hurting. Liam chokes on his breath anyway. “Relax, baby. You can handle it.”
Liam’s restraint finally snaps and he curls forward, letting go of the counter and hanging onto Bryce’s shoulders for dear life. Bryce rumbles at him in a pleased way and rubs over his back, pulling him closer, while his other hand presses in a little further. Liam’s never been opened like this, shallow but so wide, feeling the burn of the stretch light his whole body on fire. Every time he adjusts Bryce senses he’s ready for more and pushes deeper. He must be able to smell it on him, his nose telling him how fast he can push the poor little human he’s caught further towards the brink of insanity. Liam whines when those fingers slide in him up to the second knuckle, pumping in and out with an obscene squelch.
He whines even louder when they pull back. Bryce uses his soaked hand to line himself up, Liam watching with dazed eyes from where his head is curled against Bryce’s chest, looking down at the long, red cock that pushes against him and then, impossibly, inside.
Liam is pried open and impaled on the thickest dick he’s ever taken, wider than his ex-girlfriend’s strap or his college hook-up’s cock. His face is burning, overwhelmed tears springing to his eyes. It’s so much. He doesn’t have a werewolf’s nose but he can smell the clean sweat on Bryce’s chest and the tang of his own arousal, his thighs shiny with slick halfway down to his knees as Bryce ruts deeper. His hips judder as his cunt flutters around the immense pressure inside him, his body stuffed full and still craving more.
He yelps in surprise as Bryce picks him up by the hips. Without pulling out, Bryce wheels them around so he can splay Liam flat on his back on the break room table. Liam’s head bumps into the napkin holder as Bryce pushes his knees up, gets a good grip, and thrusts forward.
“Oh fuck,” Liam says, choking at the firm drag deep inside his cunt. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck.”
Bryce looms above him, letting go of one leg so he can brace on an elbow above Liam and drive into him harder. Liam grabs onto his wrist, desperate for some way to ground himself, some point of stability as his insides turn to molten wax. “Such a good boy,” Bryce growls, and Liam mewls and arches his back to take him deeper.
As if in reward, Bryce lets go of Liam’s knee and presses the heel of his hand between his legs. Liam comes so fast he doesn’t realize what’s happening until he’s already shaking apart. His knees clamp tight to Bryce’s waist, the drag against his sensitive thighs drawing out his climax.
Bryce bites him again, a little harder this time but not hard enough to break the skin, and his rhythm starts to falter. Liam realizes with a shock of adrenaline that he’s about to come inside him - come bare inside him.
"Please," Liam breathes, trying to focus through the aftershocks that are quickly building to another peak, "please not inside."
"Don't worry. Won't knot you."
"Won't what?" Liam's worries about unsafe sex are eclipsed by a more immediate problem. Knot him? Liam thought that was a rumor. He thought that was a joke.
"Shhh," Bryce croons. "Won't, won't knot you, promise."
"Okay," Liam croaks out. He can feel it now, a new stretch at the end of every stroke making his cunt ache. It would make sense if it was soreness at the stretch, but Liam thinks it’s just that he’s going to come again.
“Being so sweet for me. Touch yourself, sweet thing.”
Liam turns his face to the side, unable to look at the werewolf hammering into him as he rubs himself, more gently than Bryce was doing it earlier. He’s so, so sensitive after his earlier orgasm, clenching on Bryce’s cock every time his fingers brush his most tender places. It’s no time at all before he’s pressing his head back and groaning as he comes again, clamping down so hard it almost hurts.
Bryce growls and shoves himself deep, pressing forward with the expanding ball of his knot for a terrifying moment before he pulls back. Liam lies limp and spent as the dick inside him spurts. Bryce stays buried inside him for long minutes, rocking his hips forward and back and massaging his knot, both of them panting until their breathing steadies out.
Liam feels like he just ran a marathon by the time Bryce pulls out. He struggles with sitting up, muscles trembling and weak, and winces when he feels stickiness flood out of him as soon as he’s vertical. “Holy shit.”
Bryce grunts. He’s staring at Liam, looking at the vee of his legs until Liam self-consciously draws his knees together, then at the side of Liam’s neck where he can feel the bite mark throbbing gently. Liam freezes, trying to remember if werewolves have a refractory period. If Bryce goes for a second round without letting Liam have a break for coffee and breakfast and a run to the bathroom so he can hyperventilate about the strangest and most intense sexual experience of his entire life, Liam might have to pass out in self-defense.
Before Liam has to try to find words to explain this, the break room door swings open and the human pack member comes back inside, Liam’s messenger bag and coat in one hand. “All done?”
Bryce grunts again and goes to the sink, pulling paper towels out of the dispenser and wetting them under the faucet.
“Great!” The man closes the door behind him and ambles over to Liam, helping to pull him fully upright so he’s sitting on the table. He straightens Liam’s collar, which is when Liam realizes he’s still wearing his shirt and tie. “How was it? Did you have fun?”
Liam stares at him, speechless.
Bryce drops the damp paper towels on the table. “Don’t tease him.”
“Oh, he likes you,” the man says to Liam. “Let’s get you cleaned up, that’s it. Where have your pants gone?”
Liam lets himself be manhandled back into his clothes, although he takes over the paper towels himself when the man starts to clean him up, wiping at the mess of come and slick dripping out of him until he can put his pants back on without immediately staining them. His blush might be permanent at this rate.
The human drapes Liam’s coat around his shoulders and sets his bag in his lap. "I spoke to your boss and he’s giving you the rest of the day off, so you can go straight home.”
“Thanks,” Liam says, mortified. Of course everyone must have known what he was doing, but having his boss give him a day off so he can recover from getting rawed by a werewolf in the office kitchen isn’t something he can process right now. He’s glad he won’t have to face anyone until tomorrow.
“One last thing," the man says, handing him a small pill in a little plastic bag.
"What's this?" Liam says warily.
"Plan B. You don't have to worry about anything else, weres can't catch or carry diseases, but they can sure as fuck knock up humans. It's up to you if you want to take it, but if you don't take it and you do end up with a nine month souvenir, you had better be ready for what that means. You'll be living on pack lands before you're showing, at least until the pup is weaned and longer if you’d like, and the pup will be there for life."
Liam stares down at the pill. He'd never thought joining a pack would be an option. It's too much to deal with while the werewolf is still there in the room, now standing by the sink and casually wiping off his massive cock with a damp paper towel.
"Take it home, think about it," the human advises. "You good?"
Liam looks down at himself. He feels pretty presentable if he doesn't think about how his nice work pants are pulled over his bare ass, or how he can still feel himself throbbing with wet heat between his legs. "Sure. Yeah."
The other man kisses him. Liam is caught by surprise, his mouth slack from shock, and the man takes advantage to deepen the kiss, not letting Liam up for air until he's gasping for breath with both his hands fisted in the man’s shirt. He gives Liam’s bottom lip a playful lick before pulling back for good.
"I’m Valentine. You're pretty cute, Liam. And Bryce had a good time, didn't you, buddy?"
"Fuck off," Bryce says.
"Yeah, that's his happy voice. Come to the next solstice party and you might just get a pack invite, pup or no pup."
“Sure,” Liam says, too dazed to say anything else.
Bryce and Valentine leave him there, Valentine giving him a parting wave before shutting the door again so he can collect himself. Liam stares into space for a minute before stripping the tablecloth off the table and binning it. Nobody should have to eat on that surface ever again.
He looks at the pill for a long moment. He could take it right now, and probably never have another encounter with a werewolf.
Liam puts the pill in his pocket instead. He can look up how many weeks it is until the next solstice once he gets home.