Vicious Submissive (BoyxBoy)

Patrol: Cyrus POV

I growled lowly as Marcus, one of the warriors, brushed against me. His brown wolf bowed its head before taking a step back and apologizing through the pack link. I nodded before yawning. I'd been up since 7:30 and it couldn't be any earlier than 11:00 at night. Shaking out my blue-black fur, I continued forward with the rest of the patrol following. Since the week after the blood moon, feral rogue attacks had become strangely frequent and had started coming from all sides. After talking about it, Mical, Leo, Aerin, Josh, and I had decided to increase the number of patrols. In order to help out, Leo, Josh, and I had all decided to pitch in with the patrols to help ease the strain slightly. Each of us took two shifts on the weekend and the night shift during the week, which is why I was currently tracing the east border instead of sleeping in bed with my mate. Luckily, we were nearly finished.

My ears twitched as the sound of shifting bushes reached my ears. I pawed the ground, causing the group to stop. Everyone's head was lifted, ears alert, sensitive to the slightest sound. The bush next to me shifted, causing me to turn quickly just in time for fangs, claws, and pure red eyes with no white to launch towards my face. I pressed my front paws into the feral wolf's chest as we tumbled on the ground. The sounds of fighting filled the air around me as the rest of the group was attacked. Dragging my hind claws against the filthy wolf's stomach, I continued to push the snapping fangs from my face. As I was about to push it off, movement from my right side caught my eye. I rolled to my left as teeth snapped in the empty space me and my opponent once occupied. With my attention focused on this second rogue, my original problem took advantage of the situation. Pain seared my shoulder as fangs dug into me. I growled loudly before kicking it off of me.

Are you okay?!

Leo's worried voice spoke through our private link as I stood quickly and lept on the attacking rogue, ripping his throat out. I turned towards the second wolf running towards me as I answered,

Fine

Leaping over the rushing form, I landed on its back; my claws digging in deep as I latched onto its neck. Biting hard, the creature collapsed to the ground, howling in pain. I tightened my grip even more and felt the spine snap, blood gushing over my tongue. With a sharp jerk, I ripped its head off and looked for my next target. Fortunately, there weren't any. Dead bodies and blood littered the ground around us. I dropped the head of my victim before walking around and checking everyone. No one was injured too badly, just bites and bruises. I had Lianna, another warrior, contact Mical with a report on what happened, as well as the location so that the bodies could be disposed of. Shaking out my fur, I spoke to Leo as I stretched my injured shoulder,

Leo?

Hey love. Are you okay? I can feel your injury.

I'm alright. It'll heal in about a day

How about everyone else?

They're fine

Alright, baby

Everything good over there, at least?

Yeah

Alright, I'll see you when we get back

Alright love, stay safe

After confirming that Mical was aware of everything, we began to finish up our patrol. After another half hour, we'd made it back to the packhouse. I quickly shifted and dressed in the bushes before heading to the infirmary. I'd be fine letting the wound heal on its own, but Leo would be pissed if I didn't get it checked out. As I walked in, Sherry, one of the pack doctors, smiled at me,

 "Here to have that shoulder checked out?"

I nodded as I raised an eyebrow in question. She smiled even wider and motioned me to follow her,

 "Leo called ahead and said you had some sort of shoulder wound."

I clicked my tongue and rolled my eyes as I followed the she-wolf to a room with a hospital bed and a tray with bandages and antiseptic already laid out. I sat on the bed, taking my shirt off only enough to give access to my wound. I made sure that my arms and wrists were still hidden in the cloth. My shoulder stung slightly as she cleaned it before wrapping it in bandages. She clapped once she finished,

 "Alrighty. You're all done. Should be fully healed in a day or two; no signs of infection. If you irritate it during the night, then come here for a change of bandages. Otherwise, it should heal cleanly with minor scars, if any."

I nodded and thanked her before putting my shirt back on and heading back to the house. As I walked through the door, I smelled pizza rolls coming from the kitchen. I hadn't eaten since lunch, so the smell should have made me hungry. Instead, my stomach lurched as bile flooded my tongue. I ran to the nearest bathroom on this floor. As I reached the toilet, vomit flew up my throat. My knees hit the floor as I continued to empty out what little was in my stomach.

The small amount of digested food turned into stomach acid before all I had left was uncomfortable dry heaves. Fuck. I caught my breath, gathering myself as I stood up. Flushing the toilet, I rinsed out my mouth and washed my hands. Making my way up to our room, I figured I was probably just stressed out. The door to our room opened as I was brushing my teeth. Leo's handsome face appeared in the doorway as I spit into the sink,

 "Hey, baby."

I smiled at him after rinsing my mouth out. He walked over and kissed me as his hands settled on my hips. He pulled me closer, deepening the kiss before pulling away and pressing our foreheads together,

 "Mmm, minty fresh..."

I smiled and shook my head before pecking his lips and leaning my head on his shoulder,

 "I'm tired..."

He kissed my neck and picked me up by my hips. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he slid his hands to my thighs. He held me as he filled the tub with water. Once he was satisfied, he turned the water off and placed me on the sink's counter. He stripped me out of my clothes, leaving gentle kisses on my exposed skin. He undressed as well before picking me up carefully. We sat in the tub, our chests pressed against each other. I laid my head against him, letting my eyes close as I savored the feeling of my mate taking care of me. Leo washed me up, the sensation relaxing me even more. As he pampered me, I drifted off.