Chapter 15: The Exotic Freak Show Attraction Conway's Bedroom, Bungalow 13, Timber Creek School Of Fine Arts, Wakefield, U.S.A... Blue eyes opened to a semi-darkened ceiling as a rather weary Conway Rollins found himself taking note of the weight of a soft warm body smelling of lilac, sweat, and the thick scent of sex clinging to him. He realized the body had been naked and that he had been without clothing as well. He could barely see his hand in front of his face as he took a moment to stroke his beard and recall just what he'd been up to now that the overwhelming fog of lust had dissipated. Conway sighed as he seemed to recall that he'd spent the better part of his night with his cock plunged deep into the tight warmth of the still-slumbering Owen Clark who had been purring in his sleep. Owen seemed to be at peace, at least for the time being as his weary blond head rested against the bare muscled chest of the newly awakened Conway. A bit of light shifting from the slumberin
Chapter 16: An Uncanny Desire The Front Room, Bungalow 13, Timber Creek School Of Fine Arts, Wakefield, U.S.A... Slowly but surely, Porter Fulton had climbed out of bed and shuffled his way toward the bathroom after pushing past his bedroom door groggy and yawning as he headed for the door. He had managed to reach it just in the knick of time as he had heard Conway's bedroom door open and had not known what to make of him. They had been roommates for all of two days and two nights and yet he'd seen more of him than he had ever seen of anyone he'd ever known back in his hometown. The weary lad had a good deal of difficulty sleeping following the odd display of aggressive assertion on the part of Conway against the beta who had dared to barge into his territory and attempt to lay claim over Owen, who had not in the least been interested in the likes of him. He had been in the middle of relieving his aching bladder when he took note of the bathroom door opening and a still very na
Chapter 17: Training For The Packless The Woods, Timber Creek School Of Fine Arts, Wakefield, U.S.A... Porter Fulton hustled out the front door of his bungalow in a bid to make it to his first class of the day, Conway and Owen had been long gone starting their day much earlier than he had after he'd nearly overslept. According to his schedule, he'd been due for Werewolf Sensibility Training, and as a result, he found himself getting further and further away from Bungalow 13, and what looked to be the main part of the school in general, and headed towards the deep woods in accordance with where his lastest class was being taught. He could already smell the stench of werewolves as his nostrils flared and he became a bit uneasy. Porter made his way toward the edge of the woods noting the looming trees and the sound of rushing water that had been due to a nearby river as he came to an open spot with a good deal of shade and nine werewolves standing about chatting and looking in his
Chapter 18: Into The Deep Woods The Deep Woods, Outskirts Of Timber Creek School Of Fine Arts, Wakefield, U.S.A... It seemed like all they had been doing since the moment class began was running amid long and looming trees and cold dirt that made the hairs on the back of Porter's neck stand on end. He had doubled over from the lack of air and took a few moments to catch his breath as his heart raced and sweat drenched his body causing his dark hair to stick to his face and forehead. He had not been so sure his instructor had known what he'd been doing forcing them all to head into the woods on a strange run with the bulk of the class getting lost due to disorientation and general unwillingness to keep running. As he fought to get clean air into his burning lungs, it had occurred to Porter, at least in part as to why this class in particular would be taking up most of the day according to the schedule. Feeling the class was getting further and further away the longer he lingered
Chapter 19: The Implications Of The Knotting Tree The Deep Woods, Outskirts Of Timber Creek School Of Fine Arts, Wakefield, U.S.A... Thunderous beating from the heart of a rather unkempt and wild-looking Conway Rollins seemed to get the undivided attention of a shaken but not at all broken Porter Fulton who had been quite fed up with his trek into the deep woods. He had lost sight of his class and knew next to nothing about navigation as far as the numerous and vastly similar-looking trees shrouded in near-total darkness had been concerned. Conway's blue eyes took in the sight of Porter Fulton as his nostrils flared with the scent of the woods and the desperate younger werewolf's scent as he glared at him through the shadow of the trees. He seemed oddly hopeful, possibly due to him finally getting a whiff of his abrasive natural scent on the wind. Conway had been moving before his mind could tell him otherwise, getting him closer and closer to where Porter had been unable to sh
Chapter 20: The Forbidden Art Of Entanglement The Front Room, Bungalow 13, Timber Creek School Of Fine Arts, Wakefield, U.S.A... The front door to Porter and Conway's living quarters had slammed against the nearby wall as he stepped inside still carrying the younger lad in his arms like a bride across the threshold. He swiftly kicked the door closed and carefully balanced Porter's body in his arms. Conway walked toward Porter's bedroom easily laying him down on his bed by way of the edge but took a moment as he scooted him to the center and their eyes locked briefly. The scent of arousal and the sensation of Porter's soft touch against Conway's chest had sent the Alpha instincts into overdrive and he'd been unable to suppress them. Porter himself found it difficult to utter a sentence let alone take his hands off Conway's chest for a few moments as there had been an awkward silence and a pause between them that had only offered room for labored breaths on each of their parts. C
Chapter 21: A Drawing Like No Other Porter's Bedroom, Bungalow 13, Timber Creek School Of Fine Arts, Wakefield, U.S.A... Porter Fulton tossed and turned as he attempted to ignore the heat moving through his young body following his near-on romp with his hulking brute of a roommate Conway Rollins. He had not understood the complexities of what it meant to be a werewolf let alone what it meant to be a hormonal werewolf given to infatuation with the likes of the wrestling jock and he'd only known him for a short amount of time, yet it felt, well he felt as if they'd been together all their young lives. While Porter found Conway attractive in every aspect, he had been well aware of Conway's unseemly relationship with resident mateless Omega Owen Clark and as a result, he had not wished to come between them even if his body had screamed the opposite when the two of them had been anywhere near each other. That being said, his state of mind, once Conway had left him, wasn't all that
Chapter 22: The Wonders Of Moonlust The Tavern, Outskirts Of Timber Creek School Of Fine Arts, Wakefield, U.S.A... Loud music and more than a few rounds of pool greeted a slightly jilted and rut-induced Conway Rollins as he made his way down to the local bar called The Tavern for something of an old-time feel. It was the perfect place to escape and unwind for a guy like him and it was often well noted that he frequented the place from time to time. His mind had been reeling from his near-on romp with the new arrival Porter Fulton and he wasn't too keen on his behavior regarding how it all went down. His beast blood boiled in his veins and he had a difficult time attempting to keep his mind from falling victim to the rut that had overtaken him in the moments he spent with Porter, but it had been to no avail as his throbbing cock seemed to take precedence over his sense of self in after his departure from his bungalow. He'd been a slave to its impulses once before, during his days