Epilogue Liam

New Year's Day

W hen I left the hotel that morning, Sam was sitting at the front desk, but he wasn't reading. Instead, he was slumped over the hard surface with his arms crossed in front of him, his face pressed against the cool countertop. When I offered to get him coffee, he made a sort of weird grumbling sound, but didn't lift his gaze. And that seemed perfectly normal considering the amount of alcohol he'd consumed the night before.

Werewolves were great at healing from terrible injuries or even surviving when pushed to the brink of death. But they got hangovers just like everyone else.

The cafe wasn't open on New Year's Day, but Andy had told a few of us to come down and pick up special treats for the day. Cory and I had been included of course and I was happy to find the front door unlocked. The coffee carafes, both iced and hot, were full with a ‘help yourself' sign posted next to them. And there was a line of boxes along the pastry counter, each with a name or two written on the front. Andy and Josh were nowhere to be seen of course. Although considering the creaking coming from the apartment above the shop, they clearly were doing better than Sam.

I gathered up coffee for myself, Cory, and Sam, popping them all into a drink carrier before scooping up both Cory's and Sam's boxes. With the goodies piled high in my arms, I made the treacherous walk back to the hotel, trying not to slip in the freshly fallen snow and lose all our prizes.

But when I finally reached the hotel and stepped into the lobby, I found Sam in a much different state than I had left him. Instead of passed out on the counter, he was sitting stiffly upright as two very hunky men leaned against the counter, staring at him as if he were a buffet and they were starving. Sam's face was beet red, and he looked like he was about to pass out. The other two, however, didn't seem to notice. In fact, they were relishing his sudden shyness.

"Pardon me," I said, stepping up to the counter between the two men. "Just need to deliver this."

I put the coffee and Sam's box down on the counter. Before I could walk away because he was clearly busy, he stopped me.

"Do you need anything, Liam?" he asked, his voice shaking. "Like towels… help in your room… help with anything ?"

There was a plea in his eyes, one that said he wanted to get out of his current situation. However, it wasn't fear in his gaze, but panic. I sniffed the air, realizing immediately that the two men standing on either side of me were Alphas. But their scents weren't full of malice, anger, or ill intent. In fact, as I sniffed again, I realized they were full of lust . And Sam, despite his look of desperation, was lusting after them just as hard.

Had Sam finally found himself sandwiched between the pages of one of his smutty books? I glanced at each man in turn, wondering how long it would take before they had Sam sandwiched between them .

He wasn't in any danger. He was just feeling something for once. From what I'd heard from the rest of the group, Sam had needed something like this for a long time.

"I think I'm good," I replied, a sly grin curling over my lips. "Besides, I don't want to interrupt whatever… this is," I added, gesturing to the other two. "Happy New Year, Sam!"

I waved as I headed back toward the hall, watching the plea in his eyes turn to fire. He'd forgive me for leaving him there. In fact, the moment those two Alphas got him into bed, he'd probably forget about everything. They were both exceptionally attractive and since they were Alphas, that meant they were well endowed too. Sam was in good hands, although he might be sore after the fact.

But I didn't have time to imagine what mischief he was about to get into when I had my own mate to take care of. With a grin still plastered on my face, I reached our door, keyed it open, and stepped inside. I was unsurprised to find the room still dark and Cory still tucked into bed where I'd left him. Placing our things on the table, I stripped off my clothes and slipped into bed, tucking my back against his chest.

"Jesus christ!" Cory hissed, suddenly awake. "You're fucking freezing!"

"Sorry," I chuckled. "I went down to the cafe. Coffee and pastries are on the table. And I brought Sam his as well."

"And then you came back in here like a frigid penguin and hopped into bed with me?!"

"I didn't think about it. I was… distracted."

Cory reached down, grabbing my soft cock. "Distracted by something else?"

My dick thickened in his hand and suddenly my thoughts got fuzzy. "Sam has… ah… some new customers…"

Cory's lips were on my ear, his tongue flicking over my skin as he slowly stroked my dick. "Oh?"

"T-Two Alphas," I managed at last. "They seem to… fuck … they seem to like him."

He stopped stroking. "What? Sam has an Alpha interested in him?"

" Two Alphas," I corrected, grinding my cock against his hand in an attempt to regain the friction. "I've never seen them before."

"As much as I want to go see for myself," Cory muttered before going back to chewing on my ear. "I think I'd rather just breed you and ask questions later."

"Oh fuck," I moaned as he squeezed my cock, grinding his own against my ass at the same time. "Do whatever you want to me. Anything. I'm yours."

"Good pup." He grabbed my hips, forcing my ass against his raging hard-on. "I love how willing you always are to please me."

I reached down, grabbing his hand and feeling that gold band on his ring finger. "You're my fiancé ," I said, putting stress on that last word. "I'd do anything for you."

Cory growled against my neck, kissing every inch of it.

"But this I would do regardless," I added, pushing my ass against his dick. "I love having you inside me."

"Then hand me the lube and I'll start making you feel really good."

I did as I was told, grabbing the bottle from the nightstand and handing it over. Cory squirted a generous helping over his cock, hissing through his teeth as the cold hit his skin. Tossing the bottle to the side, he pressed back against me, working his cock up and down between my cheeks to get me nice and slick.

Sometimes we spent hours and hours making love to one another. I loved it more than I could say. And sometimes we lubed ourselves up and fucked like pigs for ten blissful minutes just so we could do it again after a short break. It was carnal and lust-filled and some of the best fucking sex I'd ever had in my life. Than anyone had ever had.

And this morning, that's what was on the menu. I could already smell it as Cory's pheromones filled the room along with his dark cherry scent. He meant to breed me. Hard . And that was perfectly fine with me.

His cockhead came to rest against my willing and needy hole. Pressing forward, my body stretched, accepting him easily after all the practice we'd had these past couple of weeks. Even though his cock was long and girthy, I took every last inch of him without pain. It was only a few seconds before he was buried to the hilt, the soft tuft of hair above his cock resting against my ass.

"Fuck, baby," Cory growled in my ear. "Goddamn you feel good."

"You say that every time," I murmured, so turned on I could barely think.

He reached his lubed hand around, stroking my cock and making me moan. "Because it's always true." His hips ground harder against my ass, his cock throbbing against my second ring. "God, you're so fucking beautiful when you take my cock."

"Thanks," I panted. "Now shut up and fuck me."

Wrapping his free hand around my neck and pulling me back against him, Cory rocked my body, sliding his cock from tip to base with every stroke. His thick rod pulsed inside me, his ridge bouncing over my prostate and causing me to cry out in delight. His other hand was making slow circles around my cockhead, the ridges of his palm driving me to the edge of overstimulation. I bucked and tried to escape, but he didn't let me go. I was trapped between his cock and his hand and his lips. I couldn't think of a more perfect place to be. In fact, I hoped to be trapped there as often as possible.

"Fuck…" I groaned, my body tightening around Cory's cock. "You're so fucking thick ."

He worked his cockhead in small circles against my prostate. "You complaining?"

"Mmm… no… no…" I muttered, gasping for air as the ecstasy threatened to overwhelm me. "Fuck… please don't stop."

"Good pup," he whispered, nibbling at my neck. "You look so fucking pretty taking my cock, you know that?"

"Mmmff…"

It was the only response he was going to get. The way he was working my body over, forming words was damn near impossible. My brain was drunk with lust and my heart was pounding so hard I couldn't think, anyway. And he drank in every last second of it, teasing and edging me until I felt like I was going to explode.

Then he started to speed up. It was subtle at first, but the way my tunnel was hugging his cock, it didn't take long until he was absolutely pounding me. The sounds of skin against skin filled the room followed by my cries of unfettered bliss. He was so deep inside of me, hitting every special spot I had with each stroke. Between that and his hand swirling around the head of my cock, I wasn't going to last long.

Tension filled my body as a tingle ran down my spine and exploded through my groin. Everything was suddenly hypersensitive, and I knew I was on the edge.

"Don't hold back," he commanded, his teeth biting into my neck. "Don't you fucking dare!"

With a whimpering cry, I let my pleasure take control. In another handful of strokes, I was spilling my seed all over his hand, shooting across the sheets as he continued to fuck me. But the friction was too much for him. His teeth tightened around my shoulder and the pain mixed with my orgasm, driving the delight even higher.

Growling deep against my skin, Cory slammed himself to the hilt, a sudden searing heat filling my belly as he pumped me full of cum. His hips jerked, fucking me through his orgasm and beyond. Meanwhile, I was imprisoned in his grasp, made to take every last drop of his seed and lust until he was finished with me.

And I wouldn't have wanted it any other way.

Gasping for air, Cory pulled his lips away from my shoulder at last. But he left himself firmly inside me as he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me tight against his chest.

"Is this what I have to look forward to?" he asked, his voice soft and sleepy.

I couldn't help smiling. "That and coffee and pastries."

"Oh shit! I forgot about that!"

He made to move away, but I held him in place. "Oh no you don't! Not yet. You got what you wanted and now I want some snuggles."

"With my dick inside you?"

I nodded. "With your dick inside me, fiancé ."

He growled contentedly against my neck, hugging me tight. "I love you so much, Liam."

"I love you too, baby." I lifted his hand to my lips, kissing it softly. "Let's stay like this forever, okay?"

He nodded, kissing the back of my neck. "Always."

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