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College Magic Cycle

· My Roommate the Alchemist (concluded)

· Wishcraft (concluded)

· Alchemy and Songcraft

· Magery

· Elf Master

· The Pack

· Tales of Severan

Other Stories

· Small Town Slave Boys

· Jack and the Giant

· Sacred Submissives

· Bellus Cinaedus

· Guardian Angel

· Eros in Arcadia

· Nivean and the Dvergar

· Desert Heat

· Constituent Services

· The Dancing Princes 

The Pack Chapter 13
Penultimate Week in September

 

Drew

This afternoon I had an appointment with Hugh Kent. He'd asked to meet with me in his suite since Lalo was spending his time in Oliver's room. And that was a separate issue which was bound to blow up in my face. I'd had complaints from Aidan, Edgar, and George about that relationship. That wasn't surprising since the latter two were Aidan's cronies, but Owen and Paul had also complained. The root of their discontent was that Lalo was a beta wolf. He was a gay bottom. And he was cuter than any of the other beta boys. All five complainers thought that Lalo's ass belonged to them by right since he was a member of the pack, and they were outraged that a mage could be laying claim to it. Werewolves could be unenlightened sometimes. There was next to no chance that Aidan wouldn't bring it up at the next Alpha meeting.

Unfortunately, Hugh was straight, so this was going to be more formal than fun. Participating in mounting rituals didn't count as sexual encounters within the pack. It was about spiritual attunement and loyalty, not sexual orientation. He and Vicky Garcia were seeing one another. And both of them were spying on Aidan for me. They were a typical couple with opposite personalities which complemented one another very well.. He was calm, cool under pressure, and level headed. She was volatile, fierce in a fight, and very tactical. They balanced one another out nicely.

Hugh had obviously just gotten out of the shower. He was only wearing a towel when he answered the door. He looked fine. He was my height and handsome, with dark hair and brown eyes. He didn't work out for muscle mass, like me, but he was one of our star soccer players. Despite being a beta, he gave Aidan a run for his money on the field.

I caught a whiff of his scent when I entered the room. Despite the recent shower he was giving off a strong beta smell. Well, it was strong if you were a werewolf. Humans wouldn't pick it up consciously, but there was a scent of masculine musk and precum. He was aroused.

He gestured toward the chair and asked, "Can you get you anything? A water? A coke? A beer?"

Alcohol was forbidden on campus, but a lot of guys kept it around anyway. Baylor Hall was mage territory and no one from admin ever walked through to check on us. It was early so I decided to forgo the beer. "I'll take a coke."

He took a can from the refrigerator and poured it into a glass. "Would you like a slice of lime; you know a virgin Cuba Libre?"

He was very accommodating today. He must have wanted something. I decided to let him play the perfect host. I said, "Sure. That would be great."

He finished mixing the drink, then he knelt in front of me and handed me the glass. This was becoming very formal. I used my left hand to raise the glass to my lips and I held out my right hand palm up. Hugh took it in his hands and pressed his face against it, licking my palm in a show of obeisance. He was about to ask something of me as his pack leader.

"Sir, this may seem strange coming from me, but I've come to you on bended knee to ask formally for the protection of your pack."

I let him continue without interruption. He took a deep breath and said, "I'm asking for the mounting ceremony, sir. I... I was relieved when you did away with the ceremony, but that was because of how Cromwell did it, humiliating us in front of the whole pack. But something has been missing since my freshman year. Every time I return home, the alphas of my pack perform the ceremony to welcome me back. It makes it unmistakable that I'm part of the pack. Sir, there's never been that emotional connection in this pack. Everyone here loves and respects you, but a pack needs more. I need more."

I gave him a smile and asked, "You need me to mount you to make you one of us?"

He nodded. "Please don't make it harder for me than it is. It would be so much easier for me, and betas like me, if you just scheduled it and did it."

"What do you mean exactly when you say, you, and betas like you?" Drew interjected.

"I guess I mean... I don't want to offend anyone in the pack... but those of us who are more conservative. I have no problem with you guys being gay for each other, or bi or whatever, but I'm more traditional in my values. And I know I'm not the only one."

I nodded for him to continue. There were werewolves who never engaged in same sex activities outside of ceremonies. Apparently Hugh was one of them.

"I wanted to ask for this ceremony in front of the pack," Hugh continued, "so that it would be more clearly the ritual that it's meant to be, but... I didn't. And I want to experience it once here in Severan under your leadership before I submit to another alpha in public, maybe Darren. He's your right hand, isn't he?"

"He is," I replied.

I set the coke down. It was good even without the rum, but it was time for business. Hugh was a fit jock, and he was confident on the field, but he seemed to be anxious and unsure of himself today. I had an urge to draw him to his feet and kiss him, but I knew that was wrong. He was being overly formal because he wanted the ritual. Like many straight betas, he was probably confused about the way his body reacted to the male alphas. The ritual helped guys like him to keep it confined to a specific context.

When I first came to Severan, I was shocked at the way it had been done under Cromwell. For him, it was less a moment of sacred ceremony and more a case of the alphas taking their pleasure with the betas. Even under the bad leader who'd supplanted my father back in Pennsylvania, the ceremonies held elements of mental and spiritual submission of the betas to the alphas, and of the alphas to the pack leader. Hugh was the first Beta who had approached me, and I intended to keep to the correct forms. According to Xav, one purpose of following the strict forms of the ritual was to allow the straight betas to participate without reservation, secure in the fact that their submission was a sacred act completely separate from their sexual orientation.

The way Cromwell and other alphas like him did it, the betas were humiliated. The ceremony was supposed to sanctify their submission and to give it purpose, not just to give the alphas a chance to fuck the betas they fancied.

I stood up and looked down at him. "Present yourself to your alpha, naked."

Hugh removed his towel and looked up at me. "I present myself to my alpha, naked, sir."

I looked down at him and growled, "Remove my clothing, beta."

If we were in front of the pack, this step wouldn't be necessary. I would already be naked and so would he. As soon as I growled, Hugh's dick swelled to full erection. He reached up to my waistband, but I put my hand on his wrist and said, "Shoes first, beta."

The ritual required me to keep a low growl in my voice the entire time. A shiver ran down Hugh's back and he inhaled sharply. I knew from experience that when the moon was waxing, I could make a beta cum just by growling at them. He bent down and kissed each of my shoes, then he untied them. I lifted each foot to allow him to pull the shoe off. Then he kissed each of my sock covered feet. when he pulled them off my feet, his cock began to leak precum.

It wasn't just the growl that made betas horny. He was getting a healthy dose of my alpha scent from my feet. It was making his body crave submission. It was one of the reasons why I'd been mistaken when I'd banned this ritual. My heart had been in the right place, but seeing Hugh, a mostly straight jock, submit to my scent and my growl, I had sudden insight into the purpose of this ritual. It was the glue that bonded betas to their alphas in loyalty. And the correct long form of the ritual, which Xav had insisted we follow, allowed the straight betas and the beta tops to let their bodies demand the mounting. When done properly, the mounting itself was the culmination of the ritual, not the entire focus.

I should note that I wasn't being disrespectful to Hugh. He identified as straight, but common wisdom held that all betas were gay – at least for their alphas. A guy like Hugh probably never had sex with a man outside the alpha-beta bond, and that experience wasn't gay at all. The reality was that all betas were inherently submissive to their alphas. That included sex, but there was so much more to it. Xav seemed to think that the beta boys would be both more obedient and happier now that we were doing the ritual again.

"Pants next, beta," I growled.

Hugh gave a little moan and reached up to undo the waistband of my jeans. He rubbed his cheek against my thighs as he pulled them down. His submission was growing. I was wearing a pair of Bshetr brand briefs. They doubled as sportswear, providing support and even a little compression. My cock was tenting the breathable pouch. Hugh rose up and pressed his face against my erection. His lips were mouthing me gently and his tongue was licking me through the material.

As hot as this was, I didn't want to cum before I'd mounted him. I growled, "Strip me first, beta. Then I mount you. Then you suck my dick."

"Yes, alpha!"

Hugh pulled my briefs down and actually gasped when saw my dick. I wasn't that big for an alpha. At six inches, Hugh was average. I only had a couple of inches on him, but I was thicker, and he was now caught up completely in my alpha pheromones. He licked his lips and swallowed hard.

I grabbed his head and planted his face in the crook of my leg where the alpha scent was strongest. He started moaning and I felt his tongue lapping the aromatic sweat from the spot. When his moans had turned into whimpers, I moved him to the other side. I crossed my arms behind my neck, letting Hugh lap at my groin at his own pace.

My voice resonated around the room as I commanded him to lick my pits. His pupils were wide, and his face was covered with my sweat and his saliva. He stood up and buried his face in my left armpit, lapping the sweat like it was the nectar of the gods. When he finished, he moved to the other without being told.

Hugh had gone from being a calm and confident jock to a whining submissive boy who couldn't get enough of my scent and taste. It was an extreme shift in behavior, but I didn't think it was unusual. Cromwell's ceremonies had been quick and brutal, barely deserving of the word, but I was only twenty-two years old. It had only been four years since I'd last seen a true mounting ceremony. I made a note to discuss it with Xav. If we were going to be doing this, I wanted to make sure we were doing it right.

"Shirt now, beta," I growled.

Hugh removed his face from my armpit and took hold of my muscle shirt. He pulled it up and off my body with respect. He held it to his nose before dropping it on top of my jeans. I hadn't realized that he'd made a little nest of my clothes until he dropped to his hands and knees and pressed his face into the pile with his ass held high and his knees spread.

In the ceremony, this was called presentation to the alpha. I moved behind him to examine the offering. His ass was meaty and firm. He'd built up a lot of muscle playing soccer for years, and it showed. He had hair on his ass, but only a little on the small of his back. I knelt behind him, ran my hands over his buttocks and gave them a squeeze.

I seldom spent much time with the little twink betas. They were pretty enough, but it was always the jock bottoms that got me going. The fact that Zeno's ass was firm, round and muscular like Hugh's, but also smooth as silk, was the perfect combination for me. For a moment, an image of Kyle's smooth ass popped into my mind. I'd certainly gotten enough tantalizing glimpses in those short shorts he wore. But I shook my head to clear the image. All Hugh's attention was on me, and it was only right for me to give him the same respect. Besides, Kyle was Simon's bitch, or at least he soon would be. And that was another problem to shelve for another day. My pack was riddled with star crossed relationships.

I ran my fingers up Hugh's crack, eliciting another whimpering moan. He was furry back there. It wasn't a turn off for me, even though I preferred a smooth, hairless hole. I chuckled at the thought that a man's hairy asshole reminded me more of a woman's pussy than all the shaved holes I'd fucked. Despite the fact that I'd made a promise to myself, an image of Kyle presenting his smooth ass popped into my mind. Stop it! I thought. It's nothing but your imagination.

I ran my fingers around the rim of Hugh's hole, making it quiver. I pressed against it and was surprised at how loose and relaxed it was. Zeno was always ready when I touched him, but I hadn't expected it from a straight jock like Hugh, even if he was a beta. The pack I'd been raised in didn't allow alphas to mount the betas until they turned eighteen, so I'd only experienced it a few times before coming to Severan, and all the betas I'd mounted back then had been gay.

He smelled clean, with no hint of the obnoxiously perfumed soaps that mundanes seemed to like so much. We werewolves preferred the scent of natural odors. Hugh had showered off his night sweat, but he still had an enticing masculine aroma. You'd think that a masculine scent would turn off an alpha wolf, but you'd be wrong. It was like a challenge. When I smelled it, I didn't have an urge to cuddle him and stroke him gently, like I did whenever I caught the scent of Conor, Benjy, or any of the other twink betas - even Lalo, despite the perfumed soaps he seemed to prefer. I was overwhelmed with an urge to take him forcefully and dominate him with my cock.

However, being a civilized man, I held back those urges for now. I licked his hairy hole and found the taste matched the scent. When my tongue penetrated him, he let out a beta whine that made my dick stiffen even more. "Oh fuck, alpha sir, that feels amazing. I... I think I could cum just from the feel of your tongue!"

"Don't the alphas in your home pack lick your ass before fucking it?" I asked.

"No, sir!" he admitted, "they just mount me and seed me!"

"Then they're terrible alphas. Do you cum when they mount you?"

"Yes, sir, but it never feels this good."

I ran my nails down his back, making him lift his hips eagerly. "When I mount you, your body and your mind are going to orgasm. That's the way it should be."

The light growl in my voice almost made him sob. And when I went back to teasing his ass with my tongue, he began a gasping whimper that made it clear he was begging for more. Xav and I had been talking about the role sex played in pack social dynamics and spiritual power, as part of his attempt to make me feel better over what the two of us had done together. He'd made me understand that the growling dominance of the alpha triggered the betas body and mind to submit, and that those whimpering noises they made triggered the alphas body and mind to further aggression. It was an important part of our spiritual growth, but like every aspect of our nature, giving ourselves over to it completely was bad. It was bad for the balance of our wolf spirits, and it was bad for both the alphas and the betas involved. The beta could begin transformation into a gamma, a phenomenon Xav was only beginning to understand, and the alpha could lose control and cross over to the dark side, like Cromwell had.

Before I initiated the mounting, I wanted to make sure Hugh's hole was slick enough inside to make it feel good. If this were ordinary sex, I'd probably grab the lube, but this was a mounting ceremony, even if it was being held in private, and it was sacred. We needed to keep it natural. I used my saliva to make him moist and then I smeared my own precum all over the head of my dick to make it slippery.

He offered me no resistance when I entered him. His body was in full submissive beta mode, and it wanted me inside him. Still, he was tight. Once I entered him, his ass clamped down on my cock like it was trying to pull it out by the root.

I was trying to keep this encounter formal, purely a religious act, but Hugh had opened the door earlier by making it personal. He was beginning to enjoy this beyond an act of ritual submission. For me it had always meant more because I was bi, and Hugh was a good looking guy. I couldn't hold back. I growled at him, "Your ass is one of the tightest things I've ever fucked. Squeeze your ass and milk your alpha's cock!"

He clamped down tight and moaned, "Is that good, alpha sir? Fuck. Fuck. Fuck me hard, Leader! No man has ever made me feel this good. I need it... Damn, I never knew how much I needed this!"

And all that was before I found the right angle to prod his prostate. When my cock touched it, Hugh's body tensed and he sighed, "That's it, Leader. A couple of the alphas back home knew how to hit that spot regularly, but most didn't seem to care."

That was the problem with a lot of pack leaders, and alphas in general. Our culture was so hyper masculine that the straight alphas, and sometimes even the bi and gay ones, tended to be so concerned with their own alpha privileges, and their own selfish pleasure, that they never bothered to make sure their betas got the pleasure they deserved.

Dawn told me that it was a common complaint from the female members of the pack, alpha and beta. She'd once told me that I needed to give lessons in how to fuck to all the male members of the pack. I'd laughed but she'd told me she wasn't joking.

I made sure to hit his prostate again, and again. The physical sensations as Hugh's ass made out with my cock, combined with the submissive whine he was letting out with every thrust, brought me closer and closer to orgasm, but I wanted him to cum first. The ritual didn't specifically require the beta to cum from getting fucked, but it was considered a very good sign if he did. (Xav had learned this from the spirit talker of our home pack. Unfortunately, not all packs had a spiritual leader to keep them on track.) I didn't have to wait long. Hugh's body tensed and then his ass began spasming around my cock. He let out a beta whine that sent shivers through my spine. "Whine" is the only word we have for it, but it was really a howl, with a pleading whimper mixed in. Any member of the pack who heard it would know immediately that a beta wolf had just been fucked to orgasm.

I released an alpha howl that echoed throughout the room. The neighbors probably heard it through the walls. We had no time for words. Our cries said everything. I plunged inside him as far as I could and gripped his hips hard enough to leave a mark. I pressed our sweaty bodies together and held him tight until we'd finished.

When we finally separated, Hugh turned around, his eyes wide and lips trembling. "You are my alpha."

The words were from the ritual, but his emphasis had given it more meaning. He wasn't just swearing to the Severan Pack, he was making a personal oath of fealty to me. This oath would transcend even his oath to his home pack. I was touched. As leader, I couldn't commit to him in that same way. If I used that intonation with a beta, it would be a declaration of love, something neither of us felt. In a carefully neutral tone, I replied, "And you are my beta."

The ritual was done, and I wanted to give Hugh some time to process what had happened between us in private, but he grabbed my unfinished coke and held it out to me. "Please, sir. Don't go yet."

I took the drink and sat down in the chair. Hugh sat on the floor at my feet and looked up at me. He swallowed hard and asked, "Why did this ceremony feel different for me, sir?"

I put a hand on his sweaty hair. "Do you want an honest answer?"

He closed his eyes and nodded his head. "Yes, sir."

"First, I think you probably feel differently toward me than you do the alphas in your home pack," I explained.

"Yes, sir. That's true. You never disrespect me, and I never feel demeaned or belittled by you," he replied.

"Second, we have Xav, and he understands the alpha-beta dynamic better than anyone I know." Of course, Aidan had an understanding that seemed just as deep, even if it was different from Xav's. I had no idea how it was possible that two very different understandings could both be accurate.

Hugh gave it some thought, then nodded again.

"Third, I'm bi. Well, a lot of alpha werewolves are bi, but I like sex with guys at least as much as I like sex with girls. That means I've got a lot of experience getting my bottoms to enjoy the experience as much as I do. For me, the sex is as important as the power dynamic."

I did not tell him that I had been just as selfish a lover as the others he'd met until I'd met and fallen in love with Zeno. He'd taught me how to bottom, and he'd taught me how to be a better top. We were so lucky that Darren was naturally gentle (I had no idea where he'd learned that) and Simon had learned how to have good sex before he'd become a werewolf. If I could find some way to teach Aidan, then every male alpha in our pack would be a responsible lover.

"That makes sense, sir," he said with a blush. And then he chuckled and added, "And you did everything in your power to make me feel good. There's a world of difference between what you did to me and what the alphas at home have done to me."

He must have still been caught up in submissive beta mode because he laid his head on my thigh and wrapped his arms around my calf. I stroked his hair and said, "You'll get a chance to find out if it's just me, or the whole Severan Pack, you know. The rule is that once you ask for the ceremony, all the alphas will mount you."

"I know, sir. What will the others be like?" he asked anxiously.

"Let's see. From what I understand, Darren will make you feel super special. It may make you uncomfortable because betas have told me that he makes everyone feel like a princess."

He nodded, so I continued. "Simon is a mystery to me. He's young and still developing his style. He will earnestly try to make you feel good. And Zeno will make you feel like a fully empowered man, even while he fucks you into submission. And Aidan? I'm not sure how you'll like it. He's more traditional, even old school, in his approach."

"Aidan?" he asked with a start. "Aidan's an alpha?"

Shit! I was being so open and honest that I forgot the pack didn't know yet. "I let that one slip out. The rest of the pack doesn't know yet, but the announcement will be made this weekend at the gather. Until then, keep it a secret."

"Yes, sir. Will he demean me in public?"

He was clearly anxious about his reputation on campus, but I had limited control over Aidan. We'd accepted him as an alpha in our pack and I couldn't micromanage his behavior. I had to let him express his alpha nature as he wanted so long as he didn't cross a line. Humbling Hugh outside pack gatherings were over the line, doing it in pack gatherings were not.

"I will try to prevent it, but I don't know for sure. Let me know if he bothers you outside the mounting ritual, like during soccer practice or in the hallways. I'll rein him in as best I can. I'm the pack leader, but you know that every alpha has their own approach."

He nodded. "I will, sir. Um... what about Xav?"

I shook my head. "Xav chooses to remain outside the normal pack hierarchy. His rituals are his own. If you're lucky, you'll be invited to participate someday. Trust me; it's worth it."

 

Aidan

Chase was sitting in the bathroom, his knees drawn up to his chest, his head down. There were tears in his eyes. When I saw him there, I sat down on the floor next to him and put my arm around his thin shoulders. "Something's bothering you, Chase, and there is no way that I'm ever going to know what it is unless you tell me."

I kissed the side of his head and said, "I'm just not that empathetic. I mean, I care, but I'm not that aware." He wasn't reacting to my teasing, so I added, "I'm basically a solipsist."

When he still didn't speak, I poked him in the ribs gently. "Okay, okay, you win! I won't make you wear clothes ever again! I'll just go throw all your clothes away now and you can prance around naked in front of everyone like the proper little gamma bitch you are."

Finally, he looked up at me and said, "That's your fantasy, Sir, not mine."

I turned his face toward me and kissed his cute little lips. "You're my gamma, and I'm your alpha. If it's what I really want, it won't be a fantasy. It'll be your new reality."

I could feel his body twitch in that special way it did whenever his cock was reacting to me. One of Chase's most endearing qualities was the way he got excited when I talked dirty to him or threatened to expose him in public. I felt that deep down, that it was a fantasy of his as well as mine.

"That's not the problem, Sir." Chase was rubbing his head against my chest, a sure sign he was ready to talk now.

I turned his head toward me so I could kiss him again. This time, I slid my tongue into his mouth and showed him who was the top in our relationship. He melted against me and returned my passion with his own. I kissed him for several minutes, ignoring the urgency in my bladder that had driven me into the bathroom in the first place.

When I finally came up for air, I asked, "So what is the problem that has you crying on the bathroom floor instead of asking your alpha to solve it for you?"

He seemed ready to start crying again. "I think there's something wrong with me, Sir. I... my butt is leaking."

"Diarrhea?" I asked, not really seeing how I could fix that problem.

He shook his head and said, "No, Sir. My poop has been normal, but it's like saliva or mucus or something coming out every time I sit down on the toilet."

I brushed those damnably cute emo bangs out of his eyes and asked, "What about when you wipe?"

"Clean, Sir, just... slimy."

"Like you used too much lube?" I asked for clarification.

He nodded. "Yes, Sir."

I smiled at him and said, "It's nothing to worry about. It's a good sign."

"It is?" he asked.

I stood up and held out my hand. When he took it, I pulled him to his feet. "It is, gamma boy. Hold my cock for me while I piss and then I'll explain it to you."

He took hold of my cock and aimed it at the bowl. If I was Cromwell, I'd put him in the shower and make him hold my dick while I hosed him down with my piss, but Cromwell didn't love his gammas the way I'd come to realize I loved Chase. His hand felt soft and gentle as he held me. I relaxed my bladder and let my piss flow into the bowl. It was a strangely intimate act for both of us. When we finished, I held his hands in mine and washed them together under the warm water. Then I led him back into the bedroom and laid him face down on the bed.

I sat down next to him and ran my hand across his skinny butt. I leaned over to get a whiff, just to be sure. He smelled clean and... natural. I ran a finger across his little hole, making him moan loudly. I gave a little growl deep in my throat, not that it was needed, and he opened for me like a rosebud blossoming in the sun. My finger slid inside him easily and he sighed in pleasure. I pulled it out and sniffed the pure scent of a gamma ready to be bred.

I laid down next to him, so our faces were next to one another. Then I stuck my finger back in his butt. I planned to finger him while we spoke. I stared into his eyes and said, "I promised you an explanation. Let me start by reiterating that there is nothing wrong with you. You're aware that our wolf spirits shape our bodies into new forms, correct?"

"Yes, Sir. It's how we change into wolf form," he replied.

"Well, your wolf spirit has become a gamma to my alpha spirit. So, it's changing your body to become a proper gamma for me. That leakage you're experiencing is the same natural lubricant your body has always produced. It's what keeps your hole moist. Now your body is making more of it. It keeps you lubricated and clean inside."

"But why am I leaking?" he asked.

I found his prostate and massaged it, causing him to arch his back and moan loudly. I kissed his nose and said, "You're leaking because you need your alpha's cock. If you get it often enough, it won't be a problem. And I plan to make sure that you get as much of my cock as you can take – and maybe more!"

He smiled at me. "I like that idea, Sir."

I sat up and flipped him over onto his back. His little cock was leaking a steady stream of precum. That brought a smile to my lips.

 

Chase

"What, Sir?" I asked, staring up at my alpha. My eagerness to serve him was evident in my face.

"I was just thinking that it's funny how you're concerned about your little hole leaking when your penis hasn't stopped leaking for days."

"I can't help it, Sir!" I exclaimed, half laughing. "You don't let me touch it, and you never touch it long enough for me to cum. No matter how many times you make me cum by fucking me, my horniness never goes away."

He ran one strong hand down my chest and touched my dick for a split second before pulling away. His smile was making me even hornier. My skin felt like it was on fire, and my hole was throbbing, like it missed Aidan's finger, or even better, his cock. It was all I could think about when I saw him or smelled him.

"That's because you're a horny little gamma bitch, and your body is doing what comes natural to it. A gamma should always be horny. It makes you ready and eager to serve at a moment's notice."

I felt like I should be upset. He never asked me if I wanted sex. Or my opinion on anything. He was domineering and he always assumed that I would just do whatever he wanted whenever he wanted. But, then again... He wasn't wrong. I did always jump at his every command without thinking. And now my body was agreeing with him again. I was more aroused than I'd ever been before. "Is that my only purpose now, Sir?"

He pushed into me again and fireworks went off in my brain. My hole twitched and I leaked all over his fingers. He pressed two fingers inside me, and a deep moan escaped my lips. He smiled down at me and said, "Not your only purpose, gamma boy, but your main purpose. You're going to get wet and horny around any alpha. Even an aggressive beta will make you start whining, but my touch will always make you want to drop down and present your pretty butt."

"Yes, Sir. That's what I want, Sir. Please, fuck me now!" The words poured out of my mouth before I could even think them through. Knowing that my body was being remade to please him was the most exciting thing I'd ever heard. It was driving other thoughts out of my mind, reducing me to a quivering mess of horniness and need.

Aidan was still talking to me. If it hadn't been his voice in my ears, I wasn't sure I would even be able to understand them at this point. "It's not just your newly juicy ass and your constant horniness. Have you noticed how sensitive your pretty anus has become? How soft, pliable, and resilient it is? Or how your skin seems sensitized all over? Gamma boy, I'm going to have to keep you naked, or buy you clothes in the softest fabric possible."

At that point, he pressed his cock against me and pushed inside. My pulse was throbbing in my ears and my blood was pounding in my head. Aidan's cock stretched my hole completely. I still felt that pain of penetration, but my brain registered it as pleasure. I clamped down on his cock and moaned like a bitch in heat. My whole body felt alive in ways it hadn't before. I was crying and my dick started oozing when he was less than halfway there, but I didn't stop squeezing. It was like one mind blowing orgasm that seemed to last forever.

Aidan looked me directly in the eyes and said, "Don't you cum without my permission, gamma bitch."

I shook my head. "No, Sir, I won't". Of course I had no idea how I could control that.

My scent and my moans were driving Aidan over the top. He became a wildman, biting my shoulders and sucking on my neck. His cock pressed against my prostate with every thrust and then pushed forcefully against my second sphincter. I used to feel pain whenever he thrust this deep inside me, but now I just opened and welcomed him inside. Which was yet another change in my body. When I clamped my ass down on his cock, I could feel my rectum massaging him, not just at the inner and outer sphincters, but all along his length.

He liked that. "Damn right, Chase. You are turning into the perfect little gamma bitch. And this is just the beginning. Your tight little bitch hole is milking my cock better than it has ever been milked before. Keep this up and you may get me excited enough to get you pregnant."

His words had a way of going straight to my dick and making me leak all over myself. I knew he couldn't really make me pregnant, but the idea made me feel even more submissive to him. I was breathing heavily, and I was so excited that my cock had become painfully erect. I felt like it was going to explode from the pressure.

My skin felt like electricity was dancing across every nerve ending. I needed an orgasm so badly that I thought I might faint. I arched my back and moaned. Aidan's voice seemed to caress my body. He was speaking so low that it sounded like a growl. All I could do was whimper back at him.

My whimpers seemed to please him. He was smiling in a way that made his teeth look feral. He licked his lips and then he grabbed both of my nipples and pinched them hard. It hurt, but my body interpreted the pain as pleasure. I started gasping.

My cock felt like I'd been edging all day, but I hadn't touched it. I wasn't allowed to touch it. Aidan's voice, his scent, his strong hands on my body. His very presence was pushing me toward orgasm, but I couldn't get there. Usually his cock in my ass was enough. In fact, his cock was stroking my prostate with each thrust so I should have cum a while ago.

Aidan slapped my face forcefully, but not enough to really cause me pain. "I'm speaking to you, gamma bitch; look at me."

I focused on his face and felt another wave of submission come over me. I cried out, "Yes, Sir!"

He smiled down at me and said, "Cum for me, gamma bitch. Cum for me now!"

And just like that, the orgasm I'd been seeking came crashing down on me like a tidal wave. All the built up semen shot out of my dick and sprayed my abdomen. My voice had taken on a high pitched whine. "I'M CUMMING, SIR. MY DICK IS EXPLODING!"

"Of course you are, gamma bitch. I ordered you to cum and you always do what I tell you. Oh, fuck, baby, your sweet little gamma hole is bringing me over the edge. DAMN! THAT'S ONE SWEET ASS YOU HAVE. I'M GOING TO SEED YOU NOW, BABY! TAKE ALL YOUR MASTER'S SPERM INSIDE YOUR TIGHT ASS."

When he came, he collapsed on top of me and then rolled over onto his back, taking me with him. He held me on top of him, his cock still impaling my ass. We lay that way until he gradually lost his erection.

As we lay there in the afterglow, Aidan made out with me softly and stroked my body gently. I said, "That was the most amazing thing I've ever felt, Sir."

He held me tight to his chest and replied, "And sex with you is better for me than with anyone else. You make me feel strong and powerful."

I just wanted to lie there, basking in the afterglow, but Aidan insisted on getting serious. "Chase, baby, listen to me. You're my gamma, there's no denying that, but I want to make sure that we're sealed before Saturday. That's when we're going back to Cromwell's."

That brought me back to Earth. Cromwell had hurt me pretty badly last time I'd met him, and he was probably going to do it again this time. I'd volunteered for the mission so we could gather more information on him and report back to Drew. To tell the truth, I was terrified, but I didn't want Aidan to back out, so I didn't say anything about it. Instead, I just asked, "Sealed? What does that mean, Sir?"

He planted kisses all over my face, then explained. "I need to seal you as my gamma and not just an unattached gamma. I'll be doing that by fucking you every minute I can. The more completely you submit to me and the more often you do it, the more powerful our bond will be. I need you to be so firmly sealed to me that Cromwell can't interfere with that bond, because he will try. He's going to force you to submit in ways you haven't before, in ways I have no desire to do to you, but I am going to be there by your side, doing whatever I can to help you get through it. I'm going to skip a couple of classes, so I can be here to plug your pretty hole. I plan to do it a dozen times or more by Friday."

I sighed contentedly and my dick got hard again. "That sounds great to me, Sir."

Aidan started fingering my hole again and my breath grew shallow. Soon he was ready to fuck me again. He fucked me three times that morning before he had to get ready for school. I started to get dressed while he was getting ready because I was on the cleaning schedule.

He took my clothes out of my hands and tossed them back onto the bed. "Not today. You're going to submit to me today by remaining naked in this room the whole time I'm gone. I'll go grab you something to eat and bring it here."

"I'm on the cleaning schedule today, sir," I countered.

Aidan shook his head. "Nope. I'm going to tell Inga to take you off until Monday. I'm going to tell her that this time when we're sealing our bond is like a honeymoon and she needs to honor it."

When he left, I cleaned up the room. He had one of the apartments that were built along the west side of the property line. He used to share it with Chuck, but he'd made him move out when he claimed me as his gamma. It was a one bedroom apartment, so it didn't take long. I was finished before Aidan returned. He smiled when he saw the tidying I'd done and then he put the food down on the table. He'd brought me the usual. He wanted me to stay thin, so he always brought me salad with a little lean meat on it. It didn't matter to me. I was an indifferent eater.

Aidan pulled me over for a passionate kiss, just a husband might kiss his wife before leaving for work. Then he helped me to my seat. "Eat your lunch and then I want you to lie on the bed with one of my dirty jocks on your face so you can breathe through it. I want you to think about me and inhale my scent. I'll be back to pick you up so you can watch me practice soccer."

My dick started to swell again at the thought, despite the mighty orgasm I'd just had. "Yes, sir!" I said with no small amount of enthusiasm.

Aidan kissed me again, with the same passion and tenderness as before. "If you get too bored just lying on the bed and thinking about me, you can write in your journal about..." he paused and thought about it for a moment, then added, "you can write about all the things you love about my cock. Make it second person, like you're talking to my dick."

Others may have thought it strange, but Aidan had already made me write about his scent, his kisses, his feet, and now I was going to write a love letter to his cock. Weird as it may seem, I was looking forward to it. I liked writing, maybe I'd make it a poem.

 

Drew

Luckily for me, Xav had business on campus, something magical he needed to discuss with Sebastian. But that meant that he and I could meet and have lunch. We kept it simple, double cheeseburgers in the dining area of Baylor Hall. It was kind of like a mini food court, but instead of restaurants, they had "stations". At lunch you could visit the sandwich bar, the burger station, or the pizza station. All three of them were decent, but the burgers were actually good.

We found a seat off to ourselves so we could talk quietly. "How did your meeting with Sebastian go?"

Xav finished chewing the bite of cheeseburger in his mouth and said, "We discussed information sharing. Now I'm writing reports about what the spirits tell me and emailing them to Sebastian and he's doing the same for his sensing wards."

"I'm glad that's all worked out then, but you know what the other packs will say when the rumors get back to them. We're getting `too involved' with the mages," I said.

He shrugged. "The other packs have no say in the governance of our pack. This town has always been, and still remains, mage territory. But that wasn't the only issue we discussed."

"What else?" I asked.

Xav chuckled and said, "Far be it for me to get involved in negotiations about pack behavior on campus, but Sebastian apparently thinks the two of us are interchangeable. He told me that everyone heard you and Hugh howling earlier."

I laughed. We had been loud. "So, what was the solution you two worked out?"

Xav smiled mischievously. "First of all, I told him that we werewolves aren't embarrassed by sex, and we don't care if everyone knows we're doing it. Then I told him that if it was scaring the magelings, he needed to give us a soundproof room in the basement for our ceremonies."

"Did he go for it?" I asked.

He nodded and said, "He was most accommodating. He agreed to provide a big comfy chair and enough big throw pillows to decorate an old Turkish harem. He's even putting curtains and mage lamps that look like fire lights on the walls."

I had to laugh again. "He must have really wanted us to keep it quiet. Maybe we were scaring the magelings – or maybe just making them horny."

Xav nodded. "Most of the little mage boys get as excited as a beta when they hear an alpha growl."

We ate quietly for a while then Xav raised his hand and said, "Also, there's a were-lynx in the basement, just up the hall from the new ceremonial room. Sebastian doesn't want any trouble."

I knew how the pack acted around other skinchangers. I'd have to make sure they understood that there would be consequences for any trouble. As we were finishing our lunch, I asked the question I really wanted the answer to. "So, Xav. I'm having some confusion. I keep seeing images of me and... Kyle."

Xav asked with a smile, "That sexy jock that Simon's obsessed with?"

I sighed. "Yeah, him."

Xav shrugged. "What about it? He's hot. I'd be after him myself if it weren't for two simple things. One, have you seen him walk? He's a jock muscle bottom. And two, he belongs to Simon."

He gave me a look that said I should already know that. I sighed and responded, "I know that. And that's my confusion. Why do I keep imagining that I'm pounding the crap out of his ass?"

Xav gave me a coy look as he sucked coke through his straw. "Maybe because he does belong to another alpha." He saw the scowl on my face, so he added, "Hear me out. Kyle belongs to Simon, and Simon is another alpha. I'm not saying that you ever would take a submissive away from one of the alphas in your pack, but the temptation is there. It's natural. You just have to resist the urge to show your dominance that way."

"But I haven't tried to take Benjy away from Darren. He's cute as a button, and I've never even been tempted," I insisted.

Xav shrugged like it wasn't relevant. "Darren doesn't challenge you. Simon does. And when – not if, but when – you start seeing yourself with Chase, just remember that you're too good a leader to act like that."

Great! I hadn't even thought of Chase that way, but now I had the picture in my head, and I was sure it wouldn't go away.

I asked, "So, I have to ignore those thoughts until they go away?"

Xav shook his head. "They may never go aways. You have to choose whether to follow Cromwell's path or rein in your wolf spirit and be the better man."

 

Darren

I'd come back to the room to get changed for a run. I had been running every afternoon these days, trying to get into better shape, mostly for my health, but also to reduce my gut. Benjy claimed that he liked it, and he was just weird enough to mean it, but I'd let myself go and I wasn't in fighting shape anymore. I planned to get ready quickly and head out while Benjy was still studying with Simon. I loved that boy, but he was a distraction – and sometimes an annoyance. I needed to be serious about this program.

When I got to the room, I almost missed him. Benjy was sitting under the desk wrapped in a tight little ball. He'd pulled the chair in front of the desk to block line of sight. I called out, "Afternoon, boy. Daddy's home."

I sat down on the edge of the bed and started to take my boots off when Benjy called out in a quiet voice, "Afternoon, Daddy."

I stopped. Benjy under the desk, that could have just been Benjy being weird, but Benjy being quiet? Not a chance. "Hey, Sweet Boy, is something wrong?"

"No. I'm fine, Daddy," he mumbled.

I sighed. "I could really use your help, right now. Come out here and take my boots off?"

I'd put him in a quandary. He wanted to sit in the dark and pout, but he also wanted to do what I told him to do. It took five seconds for him to make up his mind and crawl out from beneath the desk. Without a word he scooted across the floor until he was seated in front of me. He took hold of my boot and pulled until it came off. He took a whiff before setting it aside to take hold of the other. I watched him struggle until he had that one off as well.

This wasn't like Benjy. He was moving slowly, and he hadn't said anything, not a single comment about how he loved my feet or how he wanted me to touch his butt. I ordered him to take off my socks, and still there was nothing. Finally, I got tired of waiting. "Get your little butt up here, Benjy, and sit on Daddy's lap."

He took his place on my lap, but he kept his head down. I put an arm around his shoulders and just held him. "Tell Daddy what's wrong, Benjy."

"I don't want to go to class anymore, Daddy," he whispered.

Whoa! That took me by surprise. "Do you mean you don't want to go to any classes? Or is it just one class?"

He sniffled and his eyes grew moist. "My literature class, Daddy."

That was odd to me. Benjy enjoyed the books he read in class, and he had a very insightful mind. He loved to share his ideas with me. Some of his conclusions were a little out of the box, and he occasionally took a strange path when he tried to explain them, but he talked about what they were reading and told me his perspective.

"Why don't you want to go to that class anymore? I thought you liked it because Tristan's in class with you."

Suddenly he started crying. "He is! But the others are mean to me, Daddy. They make fun of me, and they tell me to be quiet even when I'm trying to share what I think the book is about and they do it all the time. I hate it in that class..."

I kissed him to calm him down. Then I turned his chin up so I could look him in the eyes. "Do you need Daddy to beat someone up for you, Baby?"

He smiled a weak smile. "You won't beat them up, Daddy. They're girls."

I kissed his lips very gently. "Don't be so sexist, Son. If they're mean enough to pick on my baby, they're mean enough for me to beat them up."

He started laughing. "You could ask Meghan to beat them up, but it would start trouble because they're wererats."

Shit! I thought. Maybe this was more than just mean girls picking on someone with ADHD. Maybe the wererats were picking on him to start trouble. Our kind didn't really get along.

"So why aren't you with Simon?" I asked. The two of them usually spent an hour studying Spanish this time of the week.

Benjy was more animated now. He'd turned around and was straddling my lap, rubbing my belly with his hands. "Simon had to go to Xav's house he took that bicycle he bought, and I want to buy a bicycle so I can ride around town and go places please take me in your truck right now because that's all I want, and it would make me feel so much..."

I put a finger on his lips to quiet him down. "Shh. We'll talk about it later. Right now, get dressed so you can go running with me."

He jumped up and started pulling his clothes off. I couldn't help but smile at him while he danced around on one leg trying to pull his little boy briefs off. I couldn't believe that I'd been trying to go out without him. Sure, he was annoying, but in just a few minutes, he'd cheered me up. He started pulling on a pair of silky running shorts over his little erection.

"Baby, if you don't wear underwear, you're going to bounce around inside those shorts and it's not going to feel very good," I said.

Benjy jumped up and held onto my neck with his wiry arms. He wrapped his legs around me and pressed his hard penis against my belly. He whispered – well, Benjy didn't really know how to whisper. He put his mouth to my ear and said, "I'm not going to be running, Daddy. I'm going to help you run."

"How are you going to help me run?" I asked.

Benjy smiled and kissed my neck. "You said you needed weights when you went running. I'm going to ride on your shoulders while you run."

So that was his plan. The little imp was planning on driving me crazy with his erection poking into the back of my neck. "You'd better watch out, Benjy. If you poke me with this hard little thing of yours, I may decide to lock it up."

Benjy rubbed his erection against my belly and said, "No you won't, Daddy. You already told me that you love my penis."

"Okay then, maybe I'll just have to give you a spanking..." I said. Then we both shouted in unison, "AND NOT JUST PLAY WITH YOUR BUTT LIKE I KNOW YOU LIKE!"

He was back to his usual bubbly self, which lifted my spirits tremendously. I finished getting dressed and made Benjy put on some shoes. Then I surprised him when I picked him up and put him on my shoulders. He had to lean over to keep from bumping his head on the ceiling. Then we headed out of the room and down the stairs.

A couple of guys gave me a fist bump, but Lalo called out, "Ride that stud, Benjy!"

Benjy leaned over and kissed the top of my head. "You're my big, strong, daddy stud, and I love you."

I grabbed hold of his smooth thighs and rubbed my stubble against them, making him squirm. I took the stairs down to the lobby two at a time. Then I set off running the exercise track with Benjy on my back. It was afternoon and there were fewer students on campus than there were in the morning. A few people saw us. Some laughed. Some shook their heads. But mostly they ignored us. The health track wasn't that long, so I took off around the athletic field, which gave us a chance to ogle the soccer team while they were practicing. Aidan, Chuck, Edgar, and Hugh represented the pack well on the team. And Kyle was there in his scandalously short soccer shorts.

Several students were in the bleachers watching them practice. Chase was there, sitting next to Tristan the wererat. It was Tristan who came after us clutching a large camera as he ran. "Wait up! I want to talk to you."

I slowed down enough for the little blond wererat to catch up. Soon he was running along beside me. Trying to talk while running was making him pant. "I'm sorry, Benjy! Those girls were picking on you because of me. They don't like us being friends."

I slowed down to a walk and lifted Benjy off my shoulders. I looked at Tristan and said, "Tell me all about it."

Tristan seemed like a nice kid, and at about the same size as Benjy, he was basically harmless, but I didn't trust wererats. He sighed. "Trish, Daviana, and Eileen are..." he looked around like he thought they might be hiding in the bushes. "They're not very nice."

That's when I noticed that the boy had what looked like scratch marks on his cheek. I asked, "Did they hurt you?"

He nodded. "They beat me up a little for being friends with a werewolf, but I'll be okay."

He turned to Benjy and said, "I just want you to know that they won't touch you like they did me. They're afraid to start a war, but... they probably won't stop being rude in class."

Benjy looked at Tristan and asked, "Do you still want to be friends? With all this trouble, I mean."

Tristan nodded, "I do, if you do. I don't care how many times they beat me up."

The boys hugged and I started having dirty thoughts despite Tristan being a wererat. In the end, they agreed to make up by playing video games in our room. I decided to walk them back to Baylor Hall just to keep them safe. They talked a little about things they could do that might make those three girls cool off a little.

"I could always bite them if they don't back off," Benjy said.

Tristan looked scandalized. "No! That would make things worse, and I don't think either of our packs wants to escalate things like that."

He looked at me for confirmation and I nodded. I put a firm hand on Benjy's shoulder and spoke to my boy as sternly as I could manage. "You will not bite those girls, or anyone else for that matter."

He gave me a smile and said, "You can always bite them for me, Daddy."

Things may have reached the point where I had to intervene if Benjy was seriously considering violence. I sighed, "I'll try and get Rashida Lamont to sit down to a meeting and see if she can get them to call a truce."

Benjy nuzzled against my chest and said, "I knew you could fix it, Daddy."

I hadn't fixed anything yet. Rashida was as tough as any of the wolves I'd met, so she couldn't be intimidated, which had worked like a charm on those mundane boys who'd been picking on Benjy. But she was tough as nails on the wererat students under her charge. If I framed it as more than an annoyance, but rather an example of three rats picking on one of our more vulnerable boys, maybe she'd take action.

Tristan, meanwhile, was giving me a look of admiration. "You know Rashida and can just call her up for a meeting?"

Rashida was my counterpart among the wererats. Actually she did the job for the rats that both Dawn and I did for the wolves. From what I'd heard, the female rats allowed their males very little authority. I put my other arm around Tristan and pulled him close. He surprised me by leaning against me while we walked, just like Benjy.

I replied, "Rashida and I have to speak sometimes about incidents on campus."

She was a hard one, but she also had more understanding of non-wererat culture than most of her kind. I knew that she also coordinated with Sebastian. I'd heard that she was somehow related to Viviane Lamont, the mage RA for the fourth floor. It was rare, but not unheard of for a family to contain both mages and skinchangers. I wondered if she had been converted like Simon, or if there was an entire line of wererats in their family. There were a lot of things I didn't know about her that I should probably find out.

We went to the dining room in Baylor Hall to get some dinner before going up to the room. I ordered a double cheeseburger, Atkins style. That meant no bun. I had to use a knife and fork. Tristan and Benjy split a small cheese pizza.

I had to threaten Benjy to eat his share. "If you don't stop playing with your food and eat it, I'm going to pull your shorts down and spank you in front of your friend once we get up to the room."

He smiled mischievously and said, "Sorry, Daddy. I'll try and be better."

Then he batted his eyelashes at me before leaning over and whispering. "Start playing with your food, Tristan and maybe Daddy will spank you too."

Tristan was cute when he blushed. He turned ever redder when a couple of girls at the table behind him started giggling. Benjy's whispers could often be heard several tables away. He gave me a look that showed both nervousness and interest. Could this little twinkie ratboy be interested in me? His eyes grew wide when I purposefully took a good sniff, like he thought I was sizing him up for an after dinner snack. Really I was trying to figure him out. I wasn't as good with wererats as I was with werewolves, but his scent was definitely similar in some ways to Benjy's. I could tell that he was a beta, and that he was horny. Really horny.

If what I'd heard about how keen a wererats sense of smell was true, he was probably assessing me the same way. In that case he would know that I was also becoming hornier by the second. He may even be able to tell that I was reacting to his scent. His pheromones didn't have the same come fuck my sweet little ass undertones that Benjy's had, but they were in the same ballpark. Benjy on the other hand – his scent had become even more enticing lately than it had been if that was even possible. All I knew was that I sprang wood every time I caught a whiff of him, or his dirty laundry.

Still, I reconciled myself to a frustrating evening. Benjy and Tristan had gotten me all worked up and now they were ready to spend the evening playing video games. I knew that Benjy at least would give it all up in an instant if I reminded him that we'd been planning on having sex, but I wanted him to have friends and Tristan was one of the very few who could look past his peculiarities.

 

Tristan

I was so glad that Benjy was willing to be my friend despite those three girls. Trish was an alpha; Daviana and Eileen were her two beta cronies. They were always together, and they were always causing trouble, but this time they may have crossed a line. Aunt Millie herself, the leader of the rat pack, had told me to get close to the werewolves. She wouldn't be happy if those three ruined it by enraging Darren.

I felt bad spying on the werewolves, but I had made a solemn promise to myself that I wouldn't share any confidential information I came across. I really liked Benjy and Lalo, and I was in lust with Kyle. He wasn't a member of the wolf pack, but he and Simon were... whatever they were, it was close. In any event, this was the first time I'd been invited into one of their rooms.

There was something fascinating about Darren. His masculinity was different from the guys in my tribe. Maybe it was because he was an alpha. There were no male alphas in my tribe. The female alphas beat potential alphas down to prevent their ascension. Lalo and Benjy were betas like me, boys who liked to submit to other guys. But the tough guys in my tribe were also all betas. They weren't confident and strong like the alpha wolves. They were secretive and sneaky, ready to build alliances to oppose their rivals.

Everything about Darren should have been a turn off. He smelled like a wolf, not a rat. He was loud, arrogant, and domineering. But I didn't find him even a little bit off-putting. I wanted to kiss Benjy. I'd always wanted to kiss Benjy. In my tribe the boys on the bottom of the pack often played together, but the more I sat in that room playing video games, and the more I smelled Darren, the more I wanted him to kiss me.

I was way past the point where I was beginning to get horny. My dick was compressed inside my pants and almost screaming to get out. It didn't help the matter that Benjy was wearing no underwear and his cock had been drenching his shorts all night. And he kept scooting closer to me until our legs were touching. I really wished that I'd worn shorts. I wanted to feel my skin pressing on his skin.

I'd forgotten something. Not only was Darren still in the room, but a werewolf's sense of smell was almost as keen as a wererat's. Darren closed his laptop and spun in his chair to face us. "Okay boys, I can smell how horny you are. Turn off the game, get up on that bed and just go for it."

Benjy looked at Darren and said, "What do you mean, Daddy?"

A shiver went down my spine whenever he called Darren "Daddy". I didn't respond at all. I was waiting for clarification from Darren. He was the one in charge here.

Darren came over and held out his hands. Each of us took one and he pulled us to our feet. "Get up on the bed boys. You two are clearly so caught up in each other that you need to get it out of your system. The question is, do you want me to leave the room while you do it – or do you want me to stay?

I don't know what made me do it, but I answered first. "I want you to stay, sir. Benjy is your boy, and I don't want to do anything that might cross a line. The only way to do that is for you to watch us, sir."

Darren sat back down and then growled at us, "Get on the bed and start kissing."

Something in his growl made my breath catch in my throat and my anus relax. He was a wolf. I was a rat. He shouldn't be able to make my body react like this. It made no sense to me, and I had no idea who I could talk to about it. I'd heard of the alpha growl, but the experience was like nothing I'd felt before.

Benjy took hold of my hands and said, "Daddy wants us on the bed."

He was smiling at me. He'd been smiling and glancing at me out of the corner of his eye all evening, but this was different. Now his "daddy" had given him permission. No, he'd given him a command, and he was determined to follow it. I was more than willing. I followed him onto the bed.

Benjy and I knelt on the mattress and began kissing, while Darren leaned back in the chair and watched. Benjy's mouth was soft and warm. I was the bottom beta boy back in my pack, but Benjy was the most submissive boy I'd ever kissed. I felt almost like a top, but I wasn't. I wondered what Benjy and I were going to do if this encounter went beyond kissing and heavy petting. We'd have to figure that out later.

We'd barely gotten started when Darren gave us another low growl. "Strip each other, slowly and make it as sexy as you can."

I quickly discovered how hard it was going to be for us to strip each other at the same pace. I was fully clothed, except for my shoes (I'd kicked them off before sitting on the floor to play games). I was even wearing a t-shirt underneath my polo. It was the kind with a low neck and no sleeves, clearly an undershirt instead of an overgarment. Benjy was as thin as I was, so I wondered how he didn't get chilly dressed the way he was in just a t-shirt and shorts. I had to let him remove two items of my clothing for every one of his.

Benjy was working my polo shirt up my torso, and I was kissing his neck. I paused long enough for him to slip my polo over my head and then the two of us locked lips again. Our tongues slowly caressed one another, and our hands played underneath our tees, each rubbing the other's abdomen. I was pleasantly surprised to find that Benjy, although skinnier than me, had firm muscle under his clothes. My skin came alive with his soft hands, and my hands thrilled to feel his smooth, hairless chest. I pinched his nipples, making him gasp.

Darren called out, "You boys are so sexy, two beautiful little betas, putting on a show for your alpha."

Benjy was basking his "daddy's" approval, and the strange thing was that I was doing some basking of my own. I wasn't sure why this alpha wolf's approval was so important to me, but my dick was soaked in precum, and not just from playing with Benjy.

We stopped and pulled off his t-shirt and my undershirt. Now we were naked from the waist up. I kissed Benjy's chest and then ran my tongue around his nipple. He started giggling, but he followed suit and ran his pink tongue along my areola. I pulled him down onto the mattress so we could lie side by side and make out. Our hands wandered over each other's bodies.

Benjy opened the waistband on my pants and then moved toward my feet so he could pull them off. My briefs were soaked with precum, and my dick was sticking up as far as it could while being trapped by the cloth. He shivered like he was having a mini orgasm. His eyes grew wide, and he swallowed hard. Then he leaned forward to touch my cock through the moist fabric. After a few tentative licks he took hold of my waistband and pulled my shorts down.

My cock bobbed free, so hard that it stood up at an angle instead of lying flat against my abdomen. Benjy ran his fingers through my sparse pubic hair and then turned to Darren. "Daddy, Tristan's a boy, not a man, should I suck his dick?"

Even Darren's chuckle contained hints of a growl. "Tristan, do you want to be treated as a boy this evening, or a man?"

Why was he giving me this choice? It was clear that I was a boy compared to him, but then I saw Benjy's body, completely hairless and even thinner than mine. I caught sight of his penis, hard and dripping, but still smaller than my own. I realized that compared to Benjy, maybe I was a man. I was always treated like the bottom beta in my pack, always fucked, never fucking. I wanted to be the top, but Darren's growl had promised something else. I looked at his scruffy face, his thick dad bod, his pleasant if not handsome face, and I realized that I wanted him to fuck me hard.

"Can I do both, sir?" I asked with a trembling voice.

Darren stood up and walked over the bed. When he touched me, just the barest caress of his calloused finger against my butt, and I thought I was going to shoot right then. "Do you want to fuck my boy, Tristan?" he asked.

I nodded and somehow managed to squeak out a "yes, sir".

He moved his hand over and ran that same rough finger between my cheeks and rubbed my hole. "Or do you want my cock inside your sweet little ass?"

"Can I have both, sir?" I asked.

He gave me that sexy chuckle of his again. "You're a greedy boy. But the answer is yes. As long as you beg me to fuck my boy."

"Please, sir, can I fuck your boy?"

He nodded and then pressed his finger inside my hole. It was rough and he hadn't used any lube, so it was a little painful. He put his face close to mine and said, "Now beg me to fuck you."

I didn't hesitate. "Please, Daddy, fuck my hole. I need your cock inside me."

And as soon as the words left my mouth, I knew they were true. If he denied me, I'd be crushed. Darren pressed his finger deeper inside me and found my prostate. A blast of milky liquid, probably precum mixed with cum, shot out of my dick. Benjy quickly wiped it up with one finger and stuck it in his mouth.

Darren said, "You won't be any good for my boy as aroused as you are now."

He pulled his finger out of my ass and sniffed it. Satisfied, he popped it in his mouth. He sucked it for a moment and then said, "Delicious."

He picked Benjy up like a doll and pulled his shorts off, exposing his small, hairless erection. Benjy was giggling like the happiest boy in the world. Darren gestured for me to get up, then he laid Benjy down on his back in the middle of the bed. He clamped one strong hand on my shoulder and squeezed hard.

"This is the way this is going to play out. You are going to eat Benjy's ass until he's completely relaxed and ready to get fucked. And he's going to suck your dick until you drop your first load in his pretty mouth. Then he's going to eat your ass until you're ready to go again. Then we're going to make a sandwich with you between Benjy and me."

"Thank you, sir," I said breathlessly.

"Less talking; more ass eating, boy," he growled, and I jumped to obey him. Was it possible to feel like a man and boy at the same time? A top and a bottom at the same time? Was there a word for it? A middle perhaps? I chuckled inside because that was exactly what I was going to be tonight.

I had a moment's hesitation. I had to be sure. Darren was Benjy's man, not mine. "Are you alright with this, Benjy?"

He gave me a very serious look and said, "Daddy wants it. And if Daddy wants it, then I want it to."

That wasn't the clear consent I'd hoped for, but Benjy's face was aglow with excitement. Sensing my hesitation, Darren leaned down and wrapped an arm around my shoulder. I could smell his masculine scent filling my nostrils. He put his lips to my ear and whispered, "You are a sexy little fucker, but I wouldn't be doing this if Benjy didn't want it so badly. Can't you smell it?"

I took a deep whiff. It was hard to smell Benjy over Darren's powerful pheromones, but my senses were keen. He smelled ready, eager, full of powerful urgency – and he smelled different than he had last week. It was hard to put my finger on it, but Benjy's pheromones had been changing subtly. He smelled sweeter, more enticing, more arousing. And when I smelled him and Darren together, it was like their scents were commingling and enhancing one another.

"I know you can smell it, Tristan. Now get over there and eat that boy's ass," he whispered.

I didn't need any more encouragement. I moved over and straddled Benjy. I pulled his legs back far enough to lift his hips and expose his pretty hole. It was already glistening with lube. That should have been a turn off for me, but the lube didn't smell like lube, it smelled like... Benjy. It smelled just like his natural sweet aroma.

I ran my tongue across his hole and tasted him. There was no hint of bitterness or a medicinal aftertaste, just a light boyish musk. If possible, it made me even hornier. And I was struck by how relaxed his hole already was. It opened at the slightest touch of my tongue. His ass was soft, warm, and incredibly moist. It was dripping with the same lube that had been on his anal ring.

The taste of Benjy's ass was driving me crazy, but when his lips closed on my cock, my heart skipped a beat. It would have been selfish of me to stop licking and speak, so I buried my face in his ass and thrust my tongue even further inside him, making his ass go wild. It was spasming as if it were trying to rip my tongue out. And I thought I must have been having the same effect on him. He was slurping on my cock, and sucking for all it was worth. Neither of us lasted long. I was so aroused that it took less than a minute before I exploded, spraying the inside of my mouth with several powerful blasts. Benjy sucked it all down greedily.

He didn't cum, but his little dick was red and throbbing. A constant stream of precum was pouring out, pooling on his smooth belly. I lowered his hips so I could suck him off, but he yelled, "NO! NO! I don't cum that way. I only cum when Daddy is fucking me!"

I looked over at Darren with a scowl, but he said, "That's all him, not me. Best to do as he says, because he's made it clear that he does not want you to suck his dick."

I knew Benjy was a weird little guy, and this was almost too much. But it was also strangely sexy, this guy completely denying his own pleasure to serve his man. Darren put his hand on my shoulder again. "It's time for round two. Get on the bed on your hands and knees. Benjy's going to prepare your ass, so I don't rip you in half when I fuck you."

"Yes, Daddy," I said, allowing a trace of sarcasm into my voice.

Darren smacked my ass hard as I climbed onto the bed. "I'm not your daddy, boy. That's Benjy's fantasy. This is a different erotic scenario. You're Benjy's friend, come for a sleepover, and I'm Benjy's dad. Now that you know that Benjy's dad is fucking him, you beg him to fuck you too."

That was a fantasy of mine from high school. Hell, I'd had that fantasy all the way back in middle school. And it was essentially the same scenario we were in now. I took the position he'd ordered and arched my back so that I was presenting my ass to Darren. "Please, Mister..." I began.

"Groves. My daddy's name is Mr. Darren Groves," Benjy said helpfully. He was really getting into this scenario.

I said, "Please, Mr. Groves, please fuck my bottom. I'm so jealous of Benjy for having a sexy daddy to fuck him every night before he goes to sleep. Can you be my daddy tonight as well?"

Darren put his hand on my ass and pressed his middle finger against my hole. "I hear that you've been fucking my boy, Tristan, without my permission. Is that true?"

If this was a sex game, I did not want it to end with Darren spanking my butt. My own pack smacked me around enough, thank you very much. I turned it around. "No, sir! No! I would never fuck your boy without your permission. That's why I came here tonight, to beg you to let me fuck him."

Darren gave my ass a squeeze and pumped his finger in and out a few times. "Alright. You can fuck my boy, but I'm going to fuck you at the same time. And you can pretend that I'm your daddy while you're here."

I saw the look of relief on Benjy's face. He must have been insecure about his position with Darren if he needed reassurance that it was just a game. "Yes, Daddy. You can fuck me while I fuck Benjy, so long as I can pretend that you're my daddy."

"You're a good boy, Tristan," Darren growled. Then he took hold of Benjy's shoulder and said, "Now, Son, I want you to eat your friend's ass so that it's nice and sloppy, just the way Daddy likes it."

Benjy gave us a grin and then knelt behind me. Benjy was not an expert at eating ass. Since he was the most bottomy bottom I'd ever met, that didn't surprise me. But what he lacked in experience, he more than made up for in enthusiasm. It felt good, and Darren's growl was working its wonders on my body, relaxing me, getting me ready. I still had no idea why it was having that effect, but I decided to just go with it and not worry about the reasons.

It didn't take long for me to be ready. Then we rearranged ourselves according to Darren's instructions. It worked out well. Benjy was a little smaller than me, so I fit perfectly inside him, even when we were laying down on the bed, his hips elevated by pillows. My cock in his ass felt unbelievably good. It was the second time I was fucking someone instead of getting fucked.

The first time had been Simon's boyfriend, the sexy mundane jock. Fucking a little guy like Benjy was different. First of all, his ass was smaller. Kyle's ass was solid muscle, so big and so incredibly firm that I'd had trouble getting my dick inside all the way to the root. My abs had kept bouncing off his butt. So,I was penetrating Benjy farther than I had Kyle. Second, despite his wiry frame, Benjy seemed soft and receptive to me. Kyle loved to get fucked. The evidence had been written all over his face, but he loved it in a more aggressive way than Benjy did. Kyle wanted to participate actively and aggressively in his penetration. Benjy could wiggle his hips and his asshole could clamp tight and massage my dick, but when push came to shove, he liked his lover to do things to him, while Kyle had wanted me to do things with him.

Once my cock was firmly lodged in Benjy's ass, Darren settled himself behind me. He needed Benjy and I to be almost flat on the bed so his belly wouldn't get in the way when he knelt behind me. As a rule, wererats were on the skinny side. Darren was big, even for a werewolf. With his belly and thick body, he was more like that werebear who sometimes came into Millie's Café with his little blond mundane. But his growl definitely belonged to a werewolf.

My six-inch dick was average. Sure, it seemed big on me because I'm short and skinny, and it seemed big compared to both Kyle and Benjy, but Darren's cock was an inch or so longer than mine and a lot thicker. Some of the wererats in my dorm were longer, but not as thick. When Darren rubbed that cock of his against my hole, I let out a little squeak of pleasure. And when he pushed inside me, it stretched me to capacity – heck, it stretched me beyond my capacity. I felt like I was going to tear, but I knew enough biology to understand just how resilient the human anus is.

Darren growled in my ear, which made me loosen enough to let him sink all the way inside. "You're tight as hell, little guy, as tight as little Benjy. Do you like the feel of my big cock up your ass?"

"Mm-hm. I love it, Daddy. Just be gentle with me, please?" I gasped.

Darren pulled most of the way out, and I almost pulled out of Benjy at the same time. When he thrust back inside me, I thrust back inside Benjy. It was the strangest and most enjoyable thing in the world to be the "middling" position for Benjy and his sex daddy. Benjy was bottoming for me, and Darren was topping me. And I was bottoming for Darren while topping Benjy. It was like the dirtiest math question on the filthiest test paper.

Benjy gasped louder than I had, and Darren asked, "Are you doing okay, Son? Are you enjoying this?"

He was compressed a little from my weight, and Darren pushing down on me. His voice came out quiet. "I love it, Daddy. It makes me feel like you are both hugging me hard. And Tristan's dick feels good. It's not as big as yours, Daddy, but it's big enough to make me feel good. Don't stop, please. Don't stop until you fuck the cum right out of me."

I'd heard of erotic age-play, but I'd never experienced it before now. Knowing Benjy the way I did, I suspected that this wasn't something they did just as a sex game. We were both living Benjy's fantasy with him, a fantasy where he really was Darren's son and Darren really was his daddy. It went far beyond sex with that boy. A strange thought crossed my mind. Darren was the alpha, the daddy, the top. I was the beta, both top and bottom. But by those rules, that would make Benjy the legendary gamma. I'd heard stories about them, but I wasn't sure if they existed. Over in my dorm, Milton Hall, Rick (the meanest of my roommates) kept threatening me, saying that if he "fucked me down" enough I'd turn into a gamma, but I thought it was just him talking crap.

Then a wicked thought occurred to me. Maybe there were gammas, maybe the werewolves had a lot of them, but none of my tormentors could turn me into a gamma because they were only betas, and they weren't man enough to do it. If I told them that, they'd just torment me more, but it was a satisfying thought for me to keep in my mind next time they started in on me.

I was on the edge. Benjy's sweet hole was milking my cock and Darren was the master of hitting my prostate with every thrust. I gasped, "I think I'm going to cum any minute."

Darren growled, "Go ahead and cum, Tristan. You don't have to wait."

His growl sent another shiver up my spine. Benjy's ass clamped down on my dick, my nuts drew close to my body, my shaft tightened and then shot a massive load inside Benjy's silken hole. "DAMN! THAT'S IT! TAKE MY SEED, BENJY!"

Darren held me while I came, and he kissed my sweaty temple. Then we disengaged. I lay down on the bed next to Benjy. Darren, meanwhile, took my place, he had no trouble thrusting his big cock inside Benjy and making him squeal. The boy's hole was still so full of my cum that it was more than slippery enough for him. I could see his big cock, the same cock that had just been in my ass, coated with my spunk, fucking Benjy for all it was worth. It was clear that Benjy, despite enjoying what we had done, preferred his "daddy's" cock to anyone else's.

Darren lifted Benjy's hips and started pounding his boy hole. Of course Benjy was loving it. He cried," DO IT, DADDY! POUND MY ASS, TURN ME INTO YOUR GAMMA BITCH! OH... OH... OH YES! I'M... I'M... AAAAAARGH!"

His cries became an incoherent squeal that rang around the room. Benjy was a howler when he came. And it was only after Benjy's cries began to fade that Darren's growling became gruff words. "Take my seed, little boy. I'm going to seed you so hard you get pregnant."

Benjy was calmer now. He pushed his ass up to meet Darren's thrusts and said, "Make me pregnant, daddy! Do it!"

Darren collapsed on top of Benjy, and it looked like the little dude was being swallowed by the mattress. And then he rolled over onto his back. Benjy crawled between his legs and dove for his cock, but he paused just long enough to wave his hand at me. "Come on, Tristan. Now its time to clean daddy's cock!"

I wasted no time. Benjy and I licked Darren's body all over. We began with his cock, but we also cleaned the sweat from pits, his balls, and his feet. Darren's taste and scent drove deep into my brain. And the moon was waxing so Darren's libido knew no limit. He went on to fuck both of us individually and then we took turns sucking his cock again. I was so high on his powerful masculine musk that I didn't hesitate at all when Darren invited me to spend the night. The bed was so small that Benjy and I had to sleep half on top of him while his powerful arms held us tight against him.

College Magic Cycle Characters

Mages

·        Kyle Mason. A 19-year-old college freshman from Kentucky. He's recently developed his latent mind mage powers, but they're weak. Kyle begins the story as a high school athlete who's let himself go a little. He's 74" tall and 250 pounds. He has a muscular build with a layer of fat and a small gut. He has brown hair and brown eyes. He's a closeted gay man and a homophobe. He has a history of beating on gay acting guys who get him aroused. During the New Student Mixer, he raped Kieran Morgan. When he got back to his room, he beat on his smaller roommate Simon until he orgasmed in his pants. In return for these acts, Domenic Chase enslaved him and is turning him into a hot jock bitch. His life has become a prolonged slave training session. He begins to show remorse and even to accept his sexuality but tries to find a way out of his magical enslavement.

·        Monica Lamont. 20-year-old sister of Vivian Lamont. She lives on the fourth floor of Baylor Hall.

·        Oliver Rankin. A freshman mage (18 years old), one of the twink trio along with Micah Blum and Cameron Campbell. He describes himself as a rude, arrogant (because he is smarter than everyone around him) and unable to quickly read social cues. He's befriended Kyle Mason and works with him in science lab.

·        Sebastian Trent. A 24-year-old graduate student. He's the RA for his floor and he helps Professor Thorne to wrangle the mage and supernatural scholars on campus. His female counterpart is Clarissa Spencer. Sebastian is 70 inches tall and weighs 160 pounds. He has light brown hair and brown eyes. He was a little overwhelmed with the fallout from Alonzo's spell and Kieran's rape, so he allowed Domenic the leeway he needed to enslave Kyle. Now there's nothing he can do about it. Sebastian is bisexual but prefers men. He has older men on campus who blow him in exchange for favors. He seems to have a lot of influence on campus for a grad student. He is dating Ethan Lowry but feels guilty about the age difference.

·        Viviane Lamont. A 25-year-old graduate student in Literature and the RA for the fourth floor of Baylor Hall. She has black hair and dark eyes. Her skin is brown, and her features are full and rounded. She's an accomplished poet and has been published in both mage and mundane publications. She's dating Desmond Devereaux. She's a competent mage, but usually takes her time.

Skinchangers, Non-Werewolves

·        Millie Jones. 45-year-old leader of the were-rats. She doesn't like or trust werewolves, but she hated Howard Cromwell with a passion.

·        Rashida Lamont. A 23-year-old graduate student with black skin, short hair, and an athletic build. She's the wererat who oversees the other wererats on campus. She lives in the New Dorm (along with the other wererats).

·        Tristan White. A 19-year-old college freshman. He stands only five and half feet tall and has sandy hair, fair skin, and hazel eyes. He's a wererat and a member of Oliver's study group. No relation to Stella White the werewolf.

Skinchangers, Werewolves

·        Aidan Stringer (alpha). A sophomore staying at the wolf house. He is a relative of Jarod Stringer, Howard Cromwell's right-hand man. Aidan is officially listed as a beta, but he's really an alpha. He claimed Chase Morris as his boyfriend/bitch and seems to be undermining the alpha leaders in some way.

·        Benjamin "Benjy" Gold (Beta). A twink beta-werewolf who shares a class with Simon. He has dark curly hair, light olive skin and slender build. He's very small, about 5 ft. 5 and 120 pounds.

·        Chase Morris (gamma). Aidan is a young high school dropout who comes from Middlebourne. He has dark hair that he wears hanging over his blue-gray eyes. His skin is very pale. He turns 18 on September 25^th (5 days before Ethan Lowry). He was a virgin at the beginning of the series but gets involved with Aidan Stringer.

·        Chuck Burns (Beta). A 20-year-old sophomore who lives at Wolf House and is a friend of Aidan.

·        Dawn Schiller (Alpha). A muscular blond woman who stands 70 inches tall. She's the female alpha of the werewolf pack and Drew's girlfriend. She is bisexual and usually has at least one girl on the side.

·        Darren Groves (Alpha). A 21-year-old college junior from Montana. A heavy-set man with shoulder length brown hair, a short beard, and brown eyes. He's powerfully built under his extra pounds. He's of average appearance. He stands 70 inches tall and weighs 220 pounds. He's Drew's right-hand man. In a fit of lust, he groped Kieran in the laundry room. Who knows what would have happened if Drew hadn't broken it up? Despite this, Darren is a good guy. He's become a kind of avuncular figure for Kieran as one of his protectors on campus.

·        Drew (Andrew) Janowski (Alpha). A 22-year-old werewolf from rural Pennsylvania. He's 74 inches tall, with blond hair and green eyes. He wears a short, well-trimmed beard. He has a powerful build and weighs 220 pounds of solid muscle. He runs the local werewolf pack and helps Sebastian keep order on campus. He's bisexual. His girlfriend Dawn commands the female werewolves. He also likes handsome men and pretty boys. He took Simon into his room after he was attacked by Kyle.

·        Howard Cromwell (Alpha). A large and muscular alpha werewolf in his mid-forties. He was the leader of the local pack before being drive out by Drew, Zeno, Darren, Dawn, and Meghan, with logistical support from Sebastian. He was a leader of the old school who ruled through intimidation. Under him the pack followed several traditions that Drew has tried to do away with. He originally came from New York. He is the werewolf who killed Ethan's father. After leaving New York he wandered around for a few months before settling down near the college.

·        Hugh Kent (Beta). A 19-year-old college freshman. Lalo's roommate. He was born mundane and then turned back in Michigan.

·        Inga Martinez (Alpha). A 29-year-old Latina woman from Middlebourne. She's a little heavyset, but quite strong. She manages the Wolf House for Zeno, supervising work groups and organizing the business of running the house. Her younger brother Sammy is the cook at Wolf House.

·        Lalo Arenas (Beta). A cute and thin latino freshman, with a wiry build. Lalo is short for Eduardo. He has light olive skin tone, jade green eyes, and brown hair. He is friends with the mage Oliver Rankin (they share a literature class), and now the two of them are dating.

·        Meghan Connelly (Alpha). A female werewolf who is one of Kieran's watchers. She's Darren's best friend and she was one of the original 5 who worked to overthrow the old pack leader, Howard Cromwell.

·        Simon Carter (Alpha). A 19-year-old gay college freshman. He's an African American boy (although his biological father was white) who was raised by two moms. He stands 68 inches tall and weighs 150 pounds. He's of average size, but the men he likes best are muscular jock types, most of whom aren't interested in bottoming for a skinny black boy. After getting beaten up by his roommate Kyle, he is moved to Drew's room.

·        Vicky Garcia (Beta). A very short Latina were-wolf. She's tougher than she seems, and she really hates rapists. She's a 19-year-old sophomore.

·        Xav (Xavier) Janowski (Alpha). A 24-year-old werewolf who is spirit speaker (priest) for the werewolves. He stands 70 inches tall and weighs 150 pounds. He has long blond hair he wears in a French braid and deep sapphire blue eyes. He's Drew's older brother, and his closest advisor in the pack. He is the spiritual leader for the pack and gives spiritual advice to mundane clients who don't know he's a werewolf. He's flamboyant and campy. He is a total power bottom and fucking him can be a spiritual experience as well as a physical one.

·        Zeno Schiller (Alpha). A grad student, brother of Dawn and supporter of Drew Janowski. Drew was sleeping with Zeno before he even met Dawn. He's six feet tall and weighs 175 pounds. He has dark hair and olive skin tone. He has very little body fat and keeps his impressive body shaved. He is a dancer and according to Drew he has the greatest core body strength of anyone he knows. He's a power bottom who runs Wolf House. He's taking a semester off after showing up to school late. He works as a stripper at the Blue Room, a gay bar on the edge of town.

Places

·        Baylor Hall. A dorm building at Severan College which is used to house the mages and lupipelles (werewolves) on campus. The third floor is use by male supernaturals and the fourth by female supernaturals. The muripelles (wererats) refuse to use this dorm and they stay elsewhere on campus. The dorm has a dining hall on the first floor.

·        Millie's Café. A little restaurant on Founders Square. It's owned and operated by wererats.

·        Milton Hall. A dorm building at Severan College. Most of the residents are mundane, but all the wererats on campus live there.

·        Numina Flux Zone (NFZ). This area of southeastern Ohio is a weak spot between the worlds. Magic rituals are easier to perform here, and a higher-than-average number of people born in the region have mage talent, although most of them are never identified or trained. The realms of faerie, umbra, outland, spirit, underworld, astral, dream, and light are easily accessed from this zone. Other realms may or may not be easier to reach from here than from elsewhere. A similar, but smaller zone surrounds the Sagacia Academy and the Ossuarium in the Bayou of Louisiana.

·        Severan College. A fictional private college in fictional Severan Ohio. It was founded by the mage Aurelius Severan, originally to provide mundane college degrees to young mages. To accomplish this goal, mundane professors needed to be hired. Over time, the magical nature of the school became hidden behind a layer of mundane scholars and professors. The college sits near dead center of the numina flux zone that marks a weak spot between the worlds.

·        Wolf House. A large farmhouse surrounded by row apartments used by werewolves to house wolves who can't or don't want to live on campus. It's governed by Zeno Schiller with the aid of a council of alphas. It's the headquarters of the Severan Pack.