Sequel to Tyler's Alphas
Craig Flowers has met the daddy of his dreams. But there's a problem. Todd Blackstone is a werewolf. Everyone tells Craig werewolves don't mate with humans. Craig wants to know why not. Don't werewolves have similar parts to humans when they're in, uh, human form?
Todd is the pack alpha of the Blackstone werewolf pack. He's big, strong, protective, and Craig finds every opportunity to be with him. One such occasion puts Craig in danger, and Craig has to call for his daddy to rescue him. Far from putting Craig off, the incident merely adds to Todd's appeal as far as Craig is concerned.
Can Craig be with his alpha daddy, or will societal expectations keep them apart?
"What we got here?" one werewolf asked.
"Don't know, but he looks like he likes what he sees," the second werewolf said, stalking towards a still paralyzed Craig. "That right, human, you like what you see?" He grasped his dick and waggled it at Craig, who opened his mouth but no sound came out.
"Cat got your tongue, eh?" the first werewolf asked.
"I've hypnotized him with my dick," the second werewolf said, laughing.
"That right, little human? Rog's dick put you under a spell?"
"Uh," was all Craig could utter. He'd definitely made a big mistake coming here. Sure, Rog and his friend were hot, powerful, sexy, but they weren't Todd, and ...
The meaty hand of the first werewolf pressed down on Craig's shoulder. "Kneel so you can worship your alphas."
"I ..." Craig's knees locked.
"I said goddamn kneel!" The shouted command that echoed off the tiled walls had its desired effect and Craig sank to the dirty concrete floor.
"That's better." The hand stroked Craig's hair, but it felt creepy, wrong. Certainly nothing like when Daddy Todd had done it earlier.
"You want to suck me or Rog first? Though on second thought, you should do Rog first. He's smaller and thinner than me and --"
"Fuck you!" Rog said, punching his friend on the arm.
Craig didn't say anything.
"Well, bitch!" the first werewolf shouted. "You gonna suck Rog voluntarily or do we have to use some persuasion?" When Craig didn't reply, the werewolf slapped Craig across the face, sending him sprawling on the floor. "Fucking pussy! Get up here and suck that dick now!"
Craig, more scared than he could ever remember being, filled his lungs and yelled, "Help! Daddy, please help!"
The two werewolves laughed.
"Listen to him. He's calling for his daddy." Rog loomed over Craig, grabbed him roughly under one arm, and forced him back up onto his knees.
Things happened quickly after that. Craig heard a roar that was so loud he thought it would shake the gym off its foundations. Todd came barreling into the locker room, fangs and claws extended. He seemed to instantly size up the situation and picked up Rog and his sidekick by the backs of their necks, one in each clawed hand, and flung them across the room. Each crashed into a bank of lockers, which toppled over on top of them.
"And don't you dare fucking move!" Todd barked.
"No, daddy," Craig whimpered.
"Not you," Todd's voice had changed completely, being much softer, gentler, kinder. As Craig watched in amazement, the pack alpha's fangs and claws retracted. "Come here, little one."
Craig was gently lifted into the huge werewolf's arms and cuddled. Craig was in too much mental anguish to return the hug or appreciate the close contact with the sweat-soaked hunk.
"You're shaking." Todd kissed the top of Craig's head. "It's okay. You're safe now. No one will hurt you."
There was a groan from underneath the bank of lockers.
"I said don't fucking move!" Todd thundered.
Even though Craig knew Todd wasn't talking to him, he nevertheless didn't move, save for his continued and uncontrolled shaking. Had it gotten cold in the room?
"Why are you here?" The gentle voice was back but it still held a note of command.
Craig felt an irresistible urge to answer truthfully. "Had to see you, Daddy."
"Even though I told you to stay at the computer store?"
"I'm sorry." Craig hid his face in Todd's damp sweatshirt that had had its sleeves ripped off. "It's just ..." He didn't know how to put into words how he felt. Being held in the alpha's muscular embrace, breathing in his sweat, triggered something primal within Craig. He knew he was where he needed to be. "I'm sorry," he repeated, face still pressed against Todd's clothing.
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