Finding Trust and Honesty (bxb)

Chapter 49*

Hi... i'm not dead 😅

The man with the clipboard saw us approach, eyes surveying from head to toe and lingering on the pendent around my neck.

The pendent made it clear what I was, I was literally wearing a target around my neck if what Caesar said was true.

In the small crowd that had gathered we were the only same sex pair and the man seemed pleased by our appearance, already holding the clipboard and pen out for Caesar to sign up, which he did with a grin.

Wasn't he going to ask what the competition was first?

I nuzzled the top of my head against Caesar's jaw as he scribbled his 'title' onto the sign up sheet. My shadow darkened the paper as I leaned over a little to read what was above all the names of those who'd signed up, finding the name of the competition underlined:

'How do you Like It?'

"How do you like it?" I read aloud, finding the name quite vague, but from the heavy sexual tension and anticipation in the air could guess what 'it' was.

The man nodded, taking back the clipboard and pen, glancing down at the sheet and humming, seeming pleased by something.

"You'll be required to demonstrate various sex positions, that's all I can say at the moment." With that the man walked away.

I groaned internally, this competition was about to be the biggest tease, I already knew my demon would be so riled up by the end of it and I both dreaded and looked forward to it.

"He didn't specify whether we'd be clothed or not." Caesar murmured sensually in my ear, his warm breaths causing me to shiver.

I unconsciously tilted my head due to his proximity, bearing my throat.

A low growl rumbled in his chest moments before teeth raked over the stretched cords of my neck.

I hummed in likeness, my eyes lowered to Caesar's, his face still mostly against my neck, nuzzling into the scent covered skin but stilling when our eyes met and gazing up at me with a mix of love, adoration and lust.

...

To Caesar's slight disappointment the competition was to be done clothed, but that didn't stop him from grinding himself against me every chance he got.

The first part of the competition was pretty simple, the announcer would say a sex position and the pairs were expected to get into it in silence, aside from a few giggles and frustrated growls that is.

The padded floor and walls was nothing like a bed but everyone made do, it wasn't like werewolves often made the effort to wait until they got to a bed.

The second part of the competition was where it got interesting, and the title of the competition made a lot more sense.

We were asked questions about our sex life, focusing on sex positions and continuing to demonstrate them.

What was our first position we had sex in? What's Caesars favourite? What's my favourite? Our most common sex position? The wildest place we had sex and in what position.

The small audience whooped when Caesar proudly announced we'd had sex in the changing cabin of the prettiest wolf competition, and that I'd blown him (not to completion unfortunatly) inbetween two arenas.

By the end of the competition it felt like my boxers were soaked with sap and my demon was starving from all the teasing, and getting pretty ticked off too. The scent of raspberries swirled around me, incredibly sweet and floral.

We won, unsurprisingly, as soon as it had been announced I was tugging Caesar out of there, planning on finding somewhere quiet to feed my demon and ease the serious case of blue balls I had.

I got too impatient for somewhere quiet, pushing Caesar into a photo booth along the main walkway between two arenas, almost ripping the curtain off it's rails as i impatiently tugged it closed and pounced on Caesar who was laughing, seemingly amused by my impatience.

My mouth soon silenced his laughter, teeth, lips and tongue hungrily devouring his full and soft lips.

My hands were already unbuckling his belt, my whole being consumed with need, my core aching and pulsing with painful and desperate desire.

My demon was drooling in anticipation, urging me to hurry up and impale ourselves on our mates gifted and beautiful cock.

"Nikolas!" Caesar gasped against my lips as I roughly tugged his unbuttoned jeans and boxers down to his thighs before making quick work of my own.

I don't know if it was my wolf, my demon or myself who wanted Caesar to take us roughly from behind but I found myself turning and leaning over the bench inside the photo booth, pushing back and rubbing my soaked and dripping entrance against my mates now bare cock and moaning,  begging him to take me.

He growled, rocking his hips and letting the length of his cock glide between my sap covered cheeks, bumping the head of his cock against my softened entrance teasingly.

I let out a long whine. It felt like I was burning up from the inside with how horny I was, like I'd combust at any moment.

A warm hand settled on the small of my back, rubbing soothing circles on my arched spine. "All right love, all right, I'll give you what you need, no more teasing." He promised.

Stars danced behind my eyes when in one long thrust he rutted into me. Pleasure skittering over my oversensitive and tortured nerves, the desperate need to be filled easing, quickly being overtaken by the longing for friction, a fresh gush of sap dripping from my entrance, my molten walls squeezing around Caesars cock, begging him to move.

His hips curled over me and he swore under his breath, breathing through gritted teeth as his cock pulsed inside me.

"Caesar." I whimpered, wanting him to move so bad but I knew he needed a minute to calm down, the thickening of his shaft told me he was so close to cumming and knotting himself inside me.

"I know love, just give me a moment."

That minute felt like forever, the roar of the competition hall on the other side of the curtain allowed me to somewhat distract myself but I was acutely aware of the sap slowly dripping down my legs and the growing impatience of my demon.

An angry hiss soon passed from my lips, my sweet pheromones that were already filling the confined space along with the scent of my sap went into overdrive.

"Did... did you just hiss at me?" Caesar asked with a small, disbelieving laugh.

I felt my eyes flare, my head turning on its own to glare at Caesar over my shoulder.

That low raspy hiss came from my lips again, an equally raspy voice forming the command "fuck me, now!"

Caesar hummed, pinching my chin between a thumb and finger. He leaned further over me, red eyes meeting mine, which i'm sure had lightened to a deep purple.

"It's nice to finally meet Nikolas' demon."

"Less talking, more fucking." My demon growled back, displeased Caesar hadn't listened to their demands. They pushed back against Caesar, our eyes staying locked on his as we fucked back against his cock.

There was so much sap, it squelched inside me as i moved, it dripped out around Caesar's cock, coating the backs of my thighs and dripping down the inside of my legs. I bet i was also drenching Ceasar's balls in my sap with how much was getting forced out with each thrust.

"So demanding." He growled back, finally starting to move.

My eyes fluttered and i moaned, the confined space didn’t allow for much movement, meaning Caesar was grinding against me rather than fucking.

He huffed, and pulled my upper half up against him, one hand grabbing my thigh and hoisting it up, taking some of my weight.

He used the new angle to fuck up into me, grunting with each smack of his hips colliding with my arse.

His other hand wrapped around my middle to hold me against him and further support me.

I couldn't move, pinned against him, his cock nailing my prostate with each hard thrust, the squelching even louder.

My head fell back against his shoulder, punched out moans getting forced from my lips, my whole body shaking from the onslaught of pleasure.

"Is this what you wanted love?" He asked me in a sexy purr, huskily whispering the taunting question in my ear.

I was empaled on his cock, his arms driving me down onto him as he thrust up. I felt the impact down to my bones, our bodies colliding with a loud smack, his pelvis dug into my arse cheeks, cock driving so deep i saw stars.

My arms clung to his desperately, so worked up from all the teasing i was on the verge of cumming already. I couldn't escape the merceless pounding against my prostate, it was too much.

I came hard, screaming out his name. Prostate fluid shot from my cock and i went limp in his hold, moaning weakly as i watched myself cum, eyes fluttering at the onslaught of pleasure of my extended orgasm.

Caesar grunted loudly behind me, fucking up into me faster, chasing his own release.

The overstimulation further extended my orgasm, my cock unable to soften as sharp pleasure wracked my body.

"Caesar..." i whimpered in complaint, my nails digging into his arms, legs shaking and weak, my whole body tensing up.

I could feel his knot forming, being dropped onto his thickening base only increased my pleasure and to my shock i could feel myself about to orgasm again.

A fresh flood of sap further drenched his cock, my walls so soft and giving in to his rough pounding.

I felt myself sink deeper onto his cock, his growing knot just that little bit deeper than before. It pressed against my prostate with his next thrust and i couldn't even scream when he held me down on him as he came.

I felt his teeth graze my neck moments before piercing skin, the pain an afterthought.

He felt it as i came again, my cock jumped and pulsed but nothing came out. I'd never cum dry before, and the pleasure was a new type of torture. Without release and with a firm pressure on my prostate it just didn't end.

My whole body jolted along with my cock, weak moans left my mouth, the pleasure i felt as Caesar came caused a new high and my nerves seemed to struggle processing it all.

Caesar was gently fucking me through his orgasm, hips bucking with each spurt of cum, groaning around my neck, shifted teeth still deep in my skin and leaking venom into my bloodstream.

I felt myself loose control of my body moments before i passed out, Ceasar struggling to hold my deadweight whilst still stuck inside me. Shocked and panicked cursing the last thing i heard before the world went black.

...

Tobin's POV

I loved Eclipse Balls despite how mate focused they were. All the delicious food... the dancing... but by far my favourite was the competitions.

All the fighting, eating, drinking... eye fucking going on made me feel alive, even as a spectator.

Back home everyone knew my story but here i was just another person in the crowd, it made me feel free.

I had enjoyed participating in the darts competition and hanging out with my friends but walking through the competition hall alone was what i needed.

Caesar was a great leader and i knew Nikolas would only improve that but watching them was hard sometimes.

They were so in love... and they fucked like bunnies...

I know i'd never have that with Quinn, after forcing the mate bond on me i knew i could never look at him like Nikolas looks at Caesar.

It hurt to be away from my mate, the bond was incredibly weak and shattered into a million pieces but it was still there.

Quinn wasn't doing well without me, he suffered when i rejected him and despite not wanting to i could feel his pain. It was like an echo, an itch in my head i couldn't get rid of.

Being packless in modern times wasn't a death sentence anymore but being shamed as he was meant he wasn't welcome in any other pack, even as a visitor or simply passing through.

Most towns had a pack nowadays, only the smallest of them were neutral ground, severely limiting where Quinn could live and get the necessities to survive.

Hunters followed sightings and animal killings, Quinn being as wild as he was must always be running. He'd always struggled fighting his instincts, he lacked control and refused to get help when it became clear it was a problem.

I was surprised he wasn't dead already.

I knew it would hurt but i longed to be free of this bond. Guilt followed me around knowing it would hurt Caesar and his parents if Quinn died and that i still wished for his demise.

Unmated men and women ignored me as i made my way through the masses and i was small enough not to be perceived as a threat to a dominant wolfs' mate.

Meaningless sex with humans was alright but i longed for more. Laurent understood what i needed even if he didn't know why, he'd offered his ear on some of my worst days, not hurt when i always refused, just sending me one of his blinding smiles before telling me who'd be fucking me that day.

His husband Alonso... he didn't exactly feel off... but there was something about him i just couldn't put my finger on. He was good to Laurent, that was as plain as day, he was hiding something though, there was more to him than he let on.

My thoughts were disrupted when a hand clamped around my forearm.

Ceasar hadn't just made me part of his inner circle because i was his friend, after Quinn i had made sure i would never feel weak and defenseless again.

I twisted my arm in their grip, ignoring the burn. My own hand wrapped around their arm and i surged forward, leg hooking behind their stumbling feet and sending them crashing to the floor.

Instinct made them let go to cushion their fall and i stood above them rubbing my sore arm, finally getting a look at my attacker.

I was shocked...

"Tobin..." the man coughed, his skin almost grey and stretched over bone, he looked half-dead. Blue eyes were rimmed with red and duller than i remember, black hair greasy and unkempt. He looked small curled up on the ground, weak...

"What do you want?" I snapped and he flinched at my tone, looking physically hurt that i wasn't pleased to see him.

"... i need your help... please..." he begged and stretched a hand towards me, wincing when i slapped it away.

"The only way i'd ever help you would be to kill you. Leave Quinn, before Milosh's pack realises you're here."

When i'd first met him i found his eyes beautiful, they were such a brilliant blue, full of such fire and life. That fire was gone now and at my words his eyes flooded with tears.

"I know i don't deserve it..." he sniffled, looking down at the floor. "I was terrible to you... a horrible mate... i deserve to die for what i did..."

I frowned, he was different, the Quinn i remember never admitted to his mistakes, he could do no wrong in his eyes. He saw what he did to me as his right, i was his, i belonged to him, he could do what he wanted, when he wanted and i couldn't say no.

"Feeling guilty now doesn't change what you did. We all tried to get you help but you wouldn't, you didn't see anything wrong with how you acted."

"I know..." his body jerked with a sob. "But i do now." He looked up at me... a broken man. "I need help. There is something wrong with me Tobin, my wolf he... he isn't well."

His wolf?

Was that the pain i'd been feeling through the bond? The suffering? It was cloying like a disease, i'd dismissed it as guilt but-

Werewolves didn't get sick often, it was rare and almost always physical. We suffered from injuries rather than illnesses but we werent impervious to everything.

I found myself kneeling down, Quinn's sob's were painful to hear, there was nothing left of the man i knew before. His confidence, ego, pride... all of it was gone, what had happened to him? Was it his wolf as he said?

There was this cloying smell that clung to him as i got closer, it smelt like rotting fruit, sweet yet horrible, he smelt like death warmed up.

He jumped when my hand cupped his cheek, hollow from malnutrition and wet with tears, he was clammy yet heat came off of him like a furnace.

He really wasn't well...

He gazed up at me, a flicker of hope in his eyes.

He suddenly jerked away, clutching at his stomach in agony, turning away from me moments before vomiting. Blood splattered on the ground mixed with... was that mistletoe?!

The innocuous berry hung from doorways at Christmas time was in fact very poisonous. Aside from wolfsbane, mistletoe was one of the few ways to kill a werewolf, and a lot less well-known, certainly amongst hunters.

"Quinn!" I was surprised by the worry in my tone, but i was worried.

I didn't care about his unwashed state, i went to him, brushing back his hair as he continued to be sick, rubbing his bony back as more blood splattered into the floor.

He choked on it, gasping for air, more mistletoe mixed in.

He'd been eating it?! Was he that hungry? Or had he tried to...

"... it's the only..." he coughed some more. "... it keeps him away..." he managed to explain, his voice hoarse and broken.

He slumped against me and under the smell of death and sweat i got a whiff of his scent. My wolf whined in my head, smelling our mate.

I'd always found his scent odd. Other werewolves smelt of nature, fruits, herbs, trees... Quinn smelt like gasoline and haribo cherries.

My nose pressed to his scent gland, i'd missed his scent so much and my heart ached as our proximity caused our bond to stir. Feeling it was painful and raw, as damaged as it was, but there was this peacefulness to it, like coming home.

Quinn lay against me, exhausted, his skin even greyer than before but his blue lips smeared with blood formed a smile, his hand shook as he moved it to rest over mine that lay over his racing heart, his skin ice cold.

Some of Milosh's men rushed over, but they seemed unsure of what to do when they saw the pair of us.

"Help my mate... please."