☽ Fang ☾ [Howl sequel] ✔

☽ 21 ☾

Author's Note: Please read this-- this chapter contains explicit sexual content between two consenting adults in their wolf forms. This isn't like the porn I've written in this fanfic, but it's still explicit and very emotional. If this isn't your cup of tea, don't read this chapter. You won't miss anything drastic. Otherwise, please enjoy it <3

The scent Sam was giving off was driving Colby crazy.

Anger rushed through him at the continued thoughts of what Jake Paul was going to do to his mate. He was still seething, raging, growling... and he knew it was the Alpha wolf in him that felt the punishment Colby gave Jake Paul wasn't enough.

His thoughts were also filled with peaceful moments... ones where Sam wasn't stuck in his white wolf form and crying and moaning for him. Colby could still remember them beneath the bridge when they chased each other around L.A. for that video that felt so long ago and how filled Colby felt with Sam in that moment. Colby feels like that was the last time he and Sam were ever intimate without a wolfish need between them. Or the heat that flowed between them in their nest after Xepher and Amber turned for the first time, and how the desire to fuck Sam had overcome him so much since that night-- the last time Colby would ever get to touch his mate like that before.... before.... before....

And his thoughts were filled again with how Jake Paul took so much from him in the single form of his mate.

His beautiful mate... no, his best friend first and foremost had been abused and tortured while Colby searched for him desperately. But, his beautiful mate was stuck in his wolf form on their bed, panting and groaning as his Heat flooded over him like a tsunami.

Colby inhaled sharply at the sweet scent that flooded over him as Sam twisted in the pile of sheets and furs in their bed.

He had been trying to ignore the fact Sam was in his Heat because of what Sam went through while imprisoned by Jake Paul. He thought it was cruel to satisfy Sam so early on in the aftermath of the abuse he underwent. Instead, Colby tried to bring comfort to his mate in other ways such as cuddling the other.

Being in his wolf form, Colby quickly got uncomfortable on their bed, finding it actually way too comfortable, and had stood up to pace around the bedroom. His joints ached and he hung his head in exhaustion. The nights were empty between the pair as Sam woke up every few hours crying out at an empty attacker or crying out for Colby to soothe the Heat ache.

That was when Sam's noises and scent began to really start to bother him. Maybe he should have stayed in his human form, but Colby knew he couldn't handle that right now because he would start thinking like a human and all the realizations of what he did in the past couple days would come floating back to him. It was safer for him right now mentally to understand what had happened in his wolf form. But, that also meant he was highly sensitive to Sam now.

Fuck, he thought to himself as he inhaled deeply, his tail thumping behind him.

He could feel arousal shoot through his body. With Sam's Heat triggered so early, Colby was waiting for his rut to appear, and it was beginning to do that with the flares of heat tickling at his groin.

He growled low, moving to sit next to the fireplace, turning his gaze to the flickering flames within it. They were fake, of course. He had a thing about burning down the pack house. But he tried to get his attention away from his mate behind him.

"Colby?"

Sam's voice was distant and clouded in desire and sleep.

Colby glanced over his shoulder to the bed. The white wolf was struggling to sit up in the nest of blankets and furs. A fresh scent of Sam and Heat wafted over to the Alpha and he thumped his tail behind him.