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  “Ugh, no, what?” Kyle fanned his face. “Don’t be gross…”

  “Hush, I’m serious, bud.” Jake lifted his head slightly, as if he were trying to hear a far distant sound.

  In time Kyle heard it too. “Raccoons fighting?” He glanced around.

  Jake shook his head and silently pointed toward the side lot of McRorie’s. Kyle nodded as the pair made their way cautiously forward. A few cars and pickup trucks littered the darkened expanse.

  A faint yell swam across the lot in the distance.

  “Shit, someone could be in trouble.” Jake tensed like a drawn bowstring. He tapped Kyle on the shoulder. “Let’s go check it out.”

  Kyle’s heart raced as they two of them took off toward the sounds. They ran low, trying to keep behind cars. Although the Omega was in pretty good shape, he was no match for the Alpha, who took off like a shot on powerful, muscular legs, silent as the wind. The trail of raw desire left in his wake buffeted and teased at Kyle’s willpower.

  A huge Ford F-150 on edge of the lot was haphazardly backed into a space. Based on how badly the sign behind it was bent, it looked like the driver dinged the ‘reserved’ sign in a hurry. Some low voices could be heard conspiring. A woman’s shriek again echoed in the darkness. Pursuing it closer, they hid behind a run-down coupe.

  “Shit, maybe a robbery?” Jake tried to sniff at the air to figure out how many might be involved.

  When the woman yelled again, Kyle’s eyes went wide. “Oh, fuck…”

  “Everythin’ okay, bud? You think that we need… to…uh.” Jake finally began to recognize the voice. He looked surprised.

  The screaming woman was Jess. She was on all fours in the back of the pickup truck, receiving the pounding of her life from none other than Officer Briggs.

  “F-f-fuck me, o-o-oh fuck yeah baby!” she howled like a bitch in heat. Their wet, slapping sounds were hard and fast.

  Jake immediately smiled and elbowed Kyle.The Omega scowled at his friend and slapped at his meaty shoulder a few times. “Dude, this is sooo freaking gross…”

  “…fucking b-big… b-breed my cunt baby, f-f-fill me hot and deep…” She was breathless and moaning for more. Lustful grunts and masculine groans intensified.

  Kyle tried to tug on his friend’s shirt, but the Alpha was far too strong to be budged.

  “Shit, now I’m turned on. She’s pretty good, eh?” Jake poked at Kyle.

  “You’re so fucking tight and wet…” Briggs growled as he savaged his woman. “Sooo fucking hot right now…”

  “G-g-grab my hair babe… do that angry shit I like…ohh fuck…”

  Snarling at her command, Briggs immediately balled his fist around Jess’ hair. The girl gasped in anticipation of what came next. The Alpha tugged her back toward him, allowing him to inhale deeply along her neck, drinking her scent in fully. When he bit down where her neck met her shoulder, she squealed with orgasmic delight and begged her man to mark her.

  By this time Kyle was already several cars away from the psychologically scarring scene. Truthfully, he was more worried about scenting their powerful sexual pheromones rather than hearing the business end of his sister’s relationship with local law enforcement. Jake soon followed.

  They were sure to be at least half of the lot away from the sweaty ruckus before either said anything.

  “So, are we gonna talk about…” Jake asked.

  “Nope.”

  “But I mean, that was some Fifty Shades shit right here, son.” Jake covered his mouth to stifle his laughter.

  Kyle ignored his words utterly. “So, I guess none of the Firedogs opted for a designated driver, eh?

  “I know that Big May and Darla ran dry tonight. No big deal though, I can drive you home.” Jake casually dusted off his shoulders.

  “I don’t think so.” Kyle frowned. “You’ve been drinking.”

  “Seriously, I’m okay to drive. I’ve had like two actual pints at the start of the night. Loads of food, and the rest was water.”

  “Wait, why? Firedogs party like there’s no tomorrow,” Kyle replied. “Besides, I thought that it was your night off?”

  “Well, I heard that, uh, there might’ve been a chance that you’d be at McRorie’s tonight…”

  “Mhmm?” The Omega tried to hide his grin and began chewing at his tongue. He only did that when he was excited and hoped that Jake didn’t recall. He was trying to hear the Alpha as best he could, but was losing himself in an endless train of sexy fantasies.

  “…and I didn’t want to be a drunken fool in front of you.”

  Kyle tried to smile as little as possible without giving away his true feelings on the matter. “That was… really decent of you. I had a great time tonight.”

  Lights cast from the strip mall bathed the lot in a pale wash of blues and reds, some flickering and some sickly still. The Omega checked his phone as the pair stole across the darkened lot.

  “Twenty to three. Getting a cab this late would be hell, so uh, thanks again for the ride.”

  “Not a problem, bud,” Jake replied with confidence before stopping abruptly beside a motorcycle parked on an extreme angle. “Well, here we are.”

  “W-wait, this is yours? When did you get a bike? What about your pickup?”

  The handsome Alpha smirked. “Yes, this is mine; about eight months ago; and I chose her ‘cause I didn’t count on anyone goin’ home with me. You uh, got an issue with bikes?”

  “Oh no, none at all, just fine actually.” Kyle’s hands fumbled restlessly. “Just no jokes about my riding in the bitch seat please.”

  Jake put his hands up in a mock surrender. “Hey brother, that’s a rather offensive term, don’t you think? ‘Round these parts, we prefer the more politically correct ‘second passenger seat.’ You’d think that they’d have gone to the trouble of teaching you that in big city Toronto.”

  Kyle found himself thawing over Jake’s playfulness. His concerns about submitting to his powerful friend seemed like a distant, faded memory. While he was still a little worried about riding behind the dominant Alpha and drinking deeply of the wonderful pheromones that were billowing from his powerful body, the Omega began to care less and less. Feeling his warmth so intimately was too tempting an arrangement to pass up. Maybe the Alpha might feel Kyle’s hard, aching cock pressed against his tight jeans.

  Jake knelt beside the bike and began to unfurl something from a worn, leather stow.

  “It’s gonna be a cold one tonight. Here, take this.” He held out a crumpled leather jacket, slightly frayed and teased with dust.

  “Uh, won’t you be cold?” the Omega asked as he eyed his friend’s jacket.

  “Nah, us Firedogs run pretty hot.” He beamed a predatory smile as he mounted his ride.

  But Kyle was already lost in his own little world. The Omega knew that merely holding the jacket was to flirt with disaster. Before his hand even came close to touching it, the powerful scent of the Alpha dripped from the garment. It was impregnated with the Alpha’s raging-hot pheromones, the musk of hard muscle, and the smoky haze of a life in the wilderness. Kyle knew that if he put it on, there was a chance that he’d start doing things that he might regret. In fact, part of him wanted to. His heart raced with hot, lustful blood. Eyes fluttering and hands shaking, he drank deeply of the dominant’s scent as pulled Jake’s jacket over his shoulders.

  “Whenever you’re ready, bud.” Jake turned from his seat, his strong jaw accented even further by the twist of his gorgeous muscles.

  “Yeah, just give me a second.” Kyle giggled inwardly as he mounted the bike behind his friend, pressing up against him, hot and snug. He had to bite his lip to stifle a moan.

  “Shoot, I left the helmets back at the station,” Jake cursed. “We’ll be taking it slow tonight.”

  “Oh, okay, as long as we arrive in one piece, I guess.” Perched behind the hunky man, Kyle raised an eyebrow. He wondered if Jake was teasing him too.

  The engine roared to life. Soon it
s rumbling beat was percussing across the empty lot.

  “Hold on?” Jake called back over his shoulder as the bike began to pull forward.

  Kyle smiled a silly smile and happily reached his arms around his friend’s waist. He let his hands accidentally slide against Jake’s rock-hard thighs, before raising them higher.

  “Sorry,” he lied through his teeth.

  The cool night air began to rush past. It blew most of the Alpha’s hot, musky pheromones clear past him, but enough remained that it caused him to shudder with delight. His aching shaft began to twitch almost involuntarily, and he was certain that he’d have a hard time hiding how slicked and ready he was to be bred. He pressed his face against Jake’s wide, powerful back and marveled at the chiseled muscle that he encountered there.

  His low, soft moans of pleasure were drowned out by the dull roar of the motorcycle as the pair made their way back to the Daniels family farm.

  Eleven

  Even under the cover of darkness, familiar sights began to lurk into view. The ramshackle wooden fence, the rusted signs, and the endless rows of corn had all been tenderly brushed with the somber colours of the night. Jake made his way to the barn so as not to cause the bike’s engine to wake Farmer Daniels.

  Their dream ride over and bathed in moonlight, the pair hopped off the bike and into uncertainty.

  A silence descended, but thankfully it was one that Kyle was eager to fill.

  “That was really decent of you to give me a lift home. Assuming that a cab even made it out here, it would’ve been, like, thirty bucks.”

  “Eh, don’t mention it. What’re friends for, right?”

  “You sure that you don’t want any gas money?” Kyle began to dig for his wallet.

  “Nah, we… we’re square.” Jake seemed slightly less confident than he'd been before they began their ride home.

  “Jake, you’re the best!” Wanting another tempting touch of his friend’s hot body, Kyle gleefully pulled him into a hug. The Alpha’s powerful arms wrapped around him and embraced him. Kyle could’ve spent an eternity pressed hard against the hunky, country gentleman.

  And then he smelled the only thing that could’ve soured him to their nearly perfect embrace.

  “God, that garlic’s so strong,” Kyle teased.

  “Yeah, well, you know. It’s my favourite. It’s also really good for… health too…” Jake seemed nervous.

  Kyle stepped back ever so slightly, still intimately close to the dreamy Alpha. “Can I ask you a question Jake? Was the garlic so that you couldn’t… scent me?”

  Jake blinked a few times before the icy blue of his eyes locked with Kyle’s. He rubbed sweaty palms along his sides. “Maybe.”

  Kyle tilted his head playfully and scratched his beard. “Can I ask why you wouldn’t want to scent me? Is there something wrong with me?” he mischievously enquired, as he leaned forward, pressing his body dangerously close to the Alpha.

  Jake’s steely hands reached up and grabbed Kyle’s shoulders with far less strength than they were capable of. His eyelids fluttered as his breathing intensified. He was clearly struggling.

  The two stood silently in the cool night air, serenaded by a chorus of crickets and rustling trees.

  “I’m so glad that you’re here,” Kyle purred.

  “Yeah, me too,” Jake growled as he nuzzled along the Omega’s cheek. His touch was electric and caused Kyle to shiver uncontrollably with delight. He moaned softly as he pressed his face against the hunky firefighter’s chest. It aroused him to no end to hear how fast and strong the proud Alpha’s heart was beating with hot, lustful blood.

  Kyle was unsure of what happened next, but was vividly aware of Jake’s strong hands cradling his lower back as he pulled Kyle in close for a wild embrace. He threw his arms around Jake and drank in the feel of his big, strong body, his boyish musk, and the hard bulge in his pants.

  That last part made Kyle’s asshole slick as an eel. As the last vestiges of his resistance to submitting to an Alpha melted away, he realized that he wanted Jake’s throbbing, bare cock buried deep inside of his fertile asshole, stretching it taut and filling it with his potent seed.

  The tender warmth of their bare skin was electric. Strong, powerful hands groped and teased at Kyle’s flesh in a way that made him shiver with anticipation.

  “You like that?” Jake asked in a breathy voice.

  “…oh fuck yes…” Kyle moaned as he writhed against the surprisingly delicate touch.

  Before any more words could be exchanged, the Alpha leaned in and kissed him passionately, his strong hands gripping the Omega’s arms tightly, pulling him in. Their embrace was hot and electric as Jake’s scratchy stubble teased his nose. The garlic was there too, but he could easily get his mind past it. Their closeness had the predictable results on Kyle. He traced his hands along the Alpha’s rock-hard body, allowing them to dance and caress every last square inch of his chiseled perfection.

  Kyle began to fumble with Jake’s shirt, causing him to growl with animalistic pleasure. Within seconds, Jake was bare-chested in the moon light, like someone had poured smooth velvet over iron-hard muscle. Before he could say another word, Kyle felt arms around his waist. They were thick and warm and felt damned good after so many months alone. He leaned into the Alpha’s embrace and felt his powerful chest and the heated thud of his heart. Kyle’s eyelids fluttered and he cursed himself for waiting so long to return home.

  Jake’s scratchy jaw roughly teased along Kyle’s neck as the Alpha inhaled deeply of the whimpering Omega. He squeezed his lover tightly as he exhaled a low, dark moan of guttural desire.

  “You smell so fucking good,” he growled savagely into the Omega’s ear, while placing scratchy kisses along his neck.

  When Kyle realized that he was softly grinding against the hard-body firefighter, he blushed and turned away with a smile. Powerful hands groped and teased at his body, pulling him close and caressing his pert little ass.

  Raw, primitive pheromones did all the talking that the two would ever need.

  Jake stood back, and, with a firm gaze cast upon Kyle, began to fumble with his belt.

  Kyle ached to be bred with his seed, hard, hot, and deep. With shaking hands he helped his friend. Jake’s belt gave away with minimal resistance, and kneeling before his beautiful master, he began to place kisses upon the tease of hair along Jake’s tight abdomen. He kept looking up, even though Jake had thrown his head back in pleasure, clearly anticipating what Kyle was about to do next.

  “You’ve no idea how long I’ve fucking wanted this,” the Alpha moaned, with fire in his voice.

  “Two can play at that game.” Kyle breathily remarked. As carefully as his shaking hands would allow, he tugged down the Alpha’s boxer briefs until Jake’s weighty cock unfurled lazily. Kyle slapped it heavily against his palm with boyish glee. Fighting the overwhelming urge to mount the muscular man’s hard meat, Kyle struggled to get his words out. “Ooh, damn mister. I had no idea that you played with such a big toy. It’s got some real weight to it.” He was nervously sweating, slick as hell, but so damned aroused.

  Jake snarled at the obvious flattery. His wintry blue eyes drank Kyle in as he awaited his prize.

  “You sure you know what you’re doing?” Jake’s eyes glinted with lusty menace as the words danced between a smooth and threatening tone.

  Kyle’s vision smoldered. The fiercely independent Omega was going to demonstrate to the cocky Alpha who was actually in charge.

  Pausing for anticipation, Kyle ran the tip of his tongue along Jake's hot, stiffening shaft. He teased and tortured the proud man’s cock with little wet flickers before slowly leaning forward and casually gulping him back in one go. He smelled faintly of sweat, Ivory soap, and the smoky, powerful musk of a powerful Alpha destined to be a pack leader.

  “F-fuck…” Jake muttered, as he placed his hands softly on either side of Kyle’s shoulders, playfully teasing at his beard.

  The Omega popped the
impressive manhood wetly from his mouth, and glanced up with a filthy gleam in his eye. “That’s nothing; watch this…”

  Jake could only whimper as he watched the wide-eyed, cock-hungry Omega proceed to effortlessly swallow his shaft, inch by inch, until it was buried balls-deep in his mouth. Kyle gagged a few times as spit and precum began to daub wetly along his beard. With it hilted deeply in his mouth, Kyle wriggled his tongue along the underside of Jake’s steely shaft, causing him to moan uncontrollably as his grip was loosened by the assault. With nothing more than his hot little mouth and cute boyish smile, he had the Alpha at his mercy, practically eating from his hand with little more than the skilled flicks of his tongue.

  “I should speed up, or else I’ll get a sore jaw…you’re so damned big…,” he cooed seductively.

  “Fuck yeah…” Jake quailed with pleasure. The Alpha was already sporting an impressive knot.

  Deeply aroused by the obvious restraint that his lover was displaying, the Omega was determined to drain the Alpha dry. He gulped and sputtered. Kyle sped up, pushing himself against Jake’s meat and effectively fucking the Alpha’s hard cock with his throat.

  He wanted to last longer, he wanted so much more.

  As the first of Jake’s hot, creamy loads began to explosively burst in Kyle’s greedy throat, he pulled the Alpha's cock, writhing and hot, from his mouth and began to jack it violently. The remaining spurts of pearly cream burst across his lips and beard. His sinful gaze was lock with Jake’s the entire time.

  Jake felt himself on the verge of what he could take. He exhaled a defeated groan of pleasure.

  The Alpha’s essence was spiced, smoky, and masculine against the Omega’s tongue. It made his knees weak, like some fine liqueur. Kyle felt so vulnerable and aroused at the same time. The more he gulped back, the hungrier he became.

  “Let’s see what else I’ve been missin’ all this time.” The Alpha ran his hands through his wavy hair confidently.

  Kyle stood as he licked the last of Jake’s cum from his lips. He shuddered happily as Jake’s powerful hands practically rent his leather belt from his body. It clattered to the ground below. Next came the zipper.