Feral Northern Shifters 2

alpha made his signature move, fisting Bram’s hair and lifting Bram’s face towards his groin. Sometimes this was the best part of the sex, that hand on Bram’s head. Not affection exactly, but purpose, and tension in that grip showed that Doug was not unaffected, that it wasn’t only Bram who wanted sex.
Bram parted his lips and Doug’s penis slid past. The cock hardened, thickened as it seated itself at the back of his mouth. Something in Bram unwound, knowing that he could make his alpha hard, that Doug allowed him this. It was the only time he could truly please his alpha and despite everything about his life, Bram was wolf enough to want to please his alpha.
Bram stroked himself while Doug withdrew and entered again. As always Bram’s gag reflex went to work, but they both ignored it because Doug was a large man. The stimulation, the act of being fucked, electrified Bram like nothing else did.
He stroked himself harder. If he didn’t come before Doug did, he might not be allowed to. A rising lust rose within Bram, his balls tightened, and Doug pulled harder on his hair, bruising the scalp.
They continued, finding their rhythm, Doug rough on Bram, while Bram was rough on himself, fighting to reach climax sooner rather than later. It became a contest, the tension unbearable, not knowing who would reach the end first. His body seized.
He arched, coming in his hand. Doug entered his mouth again, keeping Bram upright, that hand holding tight to Bram’s hair as the pace picked up. He counted silently: once, twice, five more times before Doug spurted, spunk filling Bram’s throat.
Doug remained pressed against the back of Bram’s mouth while Bram’s entire body slackened. The salty, sour semen slid down his throat and he took it, every last drop. He licked Doug, circling the head carefully so Doug came away clean. The alpha slowly released Bram’s hair, the signal for Bram to sit back on his haunches. He managed it, if a little shakily.
Doug stepped away and tucked himself back into his jeans. The alpha wasn’t gay, wasn’t attracted to Bram, but he liked being given head and he knew Bram needed some sexual contact. No one else would have Bram. This was their compromise.
Bram zipped himself up and found some wet paper towels to clean the floor. The euphoria of anticipation and sex was fading, and with it came the knowledge that there were better ways to have sex. He knew it, longed for it. But there were also worse ways, especially for an omega, and he knew firsthand about those too. Still, his face was beet red with heat and a strange kind of squeezing hurt.
Doug didn’t like to see him like this, in the aftermath. “Go back into Ethan’s room.”
Bram shook his head. Though Ethan didn’t have the keen nose of a wolf, he would smell Doug on him. Bram didn’t want Ethan or anyone else to know. This fucking was only between Doug and himself.
“Don’t shake your head at me. Do it.”
Raising his gaze, Bram said, “I’d like to shower first, please.”
But Doug wasn’t looking at him. “Later. I need to go out. I have others in my pack besides you. Get inside and babysit the cat or I’ll march you in there.”
The trouble was, sex with Doug took the fight right out of Bram. He closed his eyes briefly and turned towards that locked door. Really, what the hell did it matter? Ethan was sleeping anyway.
Bram grabbed a water bottle. If nothing else he’d drink to try to get rid of the taste of Doug.
    Ethan woke slowly. It was a nice change from jerking awake, but as awareness built so did dread. He was in this fucking room with two jailers, an asshole and someone Ethan hoped to manipulate. Rather awful really, but his fears of being forever locked up trumped everything. He had to get out.
    Only Bram was present and given Doug’s oppressive bedside manner, Ethan felt relief. He pushed himself up to sitting and took a long look at his visitor.
The wolf wasn’t watching Ethan, which was a bit of a change. He stared, unseeing, into the space in front of him. Ethan opened his mouth slightly and pulled in a breath. The air carried the scent of sex and Doug. Overlaid by mint, yes, but definitely there.
The realization was like a sucker punch to the gut and Ethan’s intake of breath was audible.
Somehow, Ethan hadn’t seen it coming, that Bram and Doug were lovers. Bram was much less likely to betray a lover, especially an alpha lover. These wolves were loyal and power meant a lot to them. Doug was sure