Chapter 11
Chapter Eleven
Todd
Elk's Choice
I don’t just like to fuck—I enjoy a rut, and it’s not every guy, shifter or not, who can keep up with me when I don’t hold back. I’ve had guys tell me when I rut it feels like being pounded by a fucking machine set to turbo mode compared to “normal” fucking being first gear.
Never as a complaint, only satisfied observations.
In comparison, my full-on mating rut makes that mode look like a 1 on a scale of 1-10.
I don’t experience a mating heat like omegas, but occasionally I drop into a mating rut.
Then usually three or four omegas will spend a day or two climbing all over me, and I literally fuck until I’m exhausted because I can’t go soft.
Unlike an omega who pretty much loses his brain, I keep my wits even if my cock refuses to stop boning.
It’s inconvenient, but normally I feel it creeping up and plan for it. If circumstances preclude me from getting relief, while uncomfortable, I can still function, although I go through a lot of lube and come close to giving myself tennis elbow when I don’t have access to the milker.
Another reason I purchased the milker. Yes, I’ve made good use of it for that reason.
On occasion, a mating rut will hit me when I don’t expect it, like at a particularly boisterous initiation when hormones already run high and I haven’t been laid in a few days. I can always find someone or someones willing to let me unleash on them.
Omegas, when their mating heat hits, it’s literally game on motherfucker until it’s out of their system or they get pregnant.
Since I’m the only elk in the pack it’s not like that’s a concern.
In fact, partners frequently hand off their omega mates to me to deal with when they don’t want to risk them catching.
Once in a while an omega’s mating heat coincides with my mating rut, and that’s damned a happy time for everyone involved.
And while Jax is a fair man, my best friend, and has let me rut him a few times—minus the bondage, because he doesn’t enjoy being restrained—when I find a mate he’ll need to be a guy happy and able to be under me, metaphorically and literally.
Which is, I honestly think, another reason I haven’t felt a mate bond. I have a friend who is a fuck buddy who likes me to pound him a few times a year, and I can get my dick sucked, or bounce an eager omega on it anytime I want.
But I frequently have to hold back unless they’re in a mating heat and begging for it as hard as I can give them.
If it means Jax wants a piece of my ass to let me rut with Shawn, I’ll greedily accept that deal every day and twice on Sundays. Jax knows damned well having that sexy new pup around here for the next several weeks will sorely test my normally excellent control.
I also know I get this special treat because we’re friends and Shawn loves the hell out of it as much as I do.
I don’t have to worry about holding back, meaning I won’t be terrified come initiation time to step up and fuck the new pup for fear of me unexpectedly dropping into full-on mating rut with him and scaring him because I’m wound up.
And it’s Jax’s way of showing me he appreciates me hosting the pup.
I’m aware of Jax behind me, wrapping and lubing himself. Then he grabs me by the hips and holds me still for a moment. I lean forward and arch my back, keeping my cock inside Shawn as the head of Jax’s cock presses against my ass.
“I know I said after your second,” he says, “but I love feeling you come around my cock.”
“Fuuuck!” I gasp. Jax isn’t as big as me—no guy in our pack is as big as me, to be honest—but he’s bigger than most and amply endowed.
And that’s not even when he’s shifted and plowing someone with his knot.
“Wasn’t it something like…this?” Jax rams home and makes me yelp with surprise and pleasure while my cock twitches inside his mate.
“Goddamn, man!” I moan. “You’re going to make me work for this tonight, aren’t you?”
“Not as hard as I made you work for it after your initiation.” He laughs. “You begged almost as good as Shawn does.”
“Fucker!” I start moving again, trying not to think about that week we took off together, both of us nineteen and hornier than hell, and Jax discovered how much he enjoyed locking up a guy’s cock in a chastity cage and figuring out how to fuck an orgasm out of him.
Let’s just say he’s become very, very good at it. Fortunately, so have I.
Shawn is one lucky guy. I have to admit there are times I wish I’d been born an omega because I would have glued myself to Jax.
He did ask me to move in with him, but back then I was smart enough not to let my dick control my brain when it comes to major life decisions.
I’m a beta, but I’m not exactly a submissive kind of guy.
Eventually, without a mating bond, Jax and I would have ended up hating each other.
Jax shoves me forward, grabs my hips, and without caring about my rhythm starts plowing me almost as hard as I was plowing Shawn.
I finally managed to keep up with him, my balls swinging with every thrust and bouncing against Shawn’s tight ass while the slap of Jax’s thighs against my ass fills the room.
Shawn moans again, crying out, his entire body tensing against his bonds as his ass starts squeezing my cock.
“Oooh, that was a good one,” I gasp as I fuck him, barely able to hold back my climax. “But I think you have at least another ten minutes to go on the milker to match your previous time.”
Jax’s fingers dig into my flesh. “At least,” he says, his tone deep and growly in the way I know means he’s close. “Hurry up and get me off,” he orders. “Because the third one’s going in bare. Been a while since I bred you.”
That’s what triggers my orgasm. Jax leans against me, pressing me hard and deep into Shawn, who is now trying to twist his hips to escape the milker’s tenacious hold on his cock.
Jax rakes his nails down my back. “That’s what I thought, beta,” he growls in the way he knows I love.
While I don’t mind bending over for Alphas for fun on occasion, Jax is the only Alpha I’ll let take me like this and he knows it.
Another couple of thrusts and he’s there.
He pulls out and so do I. I add more lube to Shawn—because I’m a considerate guy like that and he’s not naturally slick since he’s not in a mating heat—and I’m about to grab another condom to roll over my erection when Jax stops me and hands me the lube.
“You have permission to breed him over the next few weeks,” he says, grinning. “Until the new pup’s initiation. As long as you’re prepared for me to take it out of you, too.”
I return his grin, my cock twitching. “You got it, Alpha.”
I turn back to Shawn and we both moan as I slide in, bare and warm and slick, and I know I’ll really enjoy this next one. I wait for Jax to get into position, and then he slaps my ass.
“Start moving, beta,” he growls, the tone rippling over my nerve endings and making me shiver. “And just remember, any time my omega comes home smelling like you, I expect you on your knees or bent over before you do it again.”
I hoarsely laugh. “There’s always a catch with you, Jax.”
“Is that a no?”
His cock perfectly hitting every place inside me makes me gasp. “No, that was a hell, yes!”